The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1879-10-30

Miss Dixon is a raving beauty, cab
tell you" IN ~. !
"Was that the reason You didn't
come back Saturday, Ell? I heard YOU
tell Miss Trenchard you would
81 dare say may have said so in a
weak moment; but there, was metal
more attractive where was, my boy. =
"An l can say is that Miss Dixon,
or Miss Anybody else, has got to get
up early in the morning if she wants to
beat Miss Trenchard," declared Tom
Esher. s.She's the prettiest girl l ever
saw in nv life. l declare, in that blue
dress she wore to mathis to-day, she's
stunning" "a
That's Just all you know about it, -
responded Frank, indolently. "She's
wen enough as county girls .go-has
got pretty hair and eyes, and all that;
but she can no more hold a candle to
Netty Dixon than she nifty. No En-
glish girl ever born ever did compare,
or ever will, with a tip-top New Y orker.
There's total lack of style, you see.
They don't know how to put ON their
clothes, or to show 'em off after they've
got 'ei1i ON. That blue thing1lmy
Aimee wears on hei head would be
laughed at on. Fifth Avenue; assure
you it would a.. B.-Frank had
more than once praised said SO thing
umy.'' 'She's nice, soft little girl
enough, Aimee Trenchard is, but she
doesn't stand anywhere beside dozen
girls l could name. As for Netty
Dixon, she's q zeal ripper" ....=4
Poor Aimee! The blood tingled in
her cheeks as il she hid received a
sharp, sudden blow, as these words fell
upon her ears. She was too stunned
to move, and sat perfectly motionless
in her seat as the conversation went on.
"Well, if that's your opinion of Miss
Trenchard, l think you'd better leave
off hanging about her as you do. You
might give another fellow the chance
if you don't want it, remarked Tom
Esher.
"My dear fellow" responded Frank
Chasuble, in an INDECENT tone, "you're
quite welcome. 1 can't help It if a
pretty girl-the only pretty girl who
happens to be Oh hand, too-likes me
better than she does the rest of you. It
shows good taste on her part, but really
it's not my fault. l don't give myself
any particular trouble to please the lit
tie thing, and l don't see that you are
called on to take up arms in her be-
half"
"And I think" put in a quiet voice,
that you are speaking in very inn
proper tone about lady. Miss Trench
ard is the loveliest girl ever saw, and
the sweetest. She is thorough lady,
too, and as gentlemen we are bound to
respect her name as much as we should
herself were she present" 1t was Ralph
Challoner who spoke. He looked straight
into Frank Chasuble's eyes, and that
worthy quailed under the glance.
"rm sure meant nothing" he NUT
tered, uncomfortably. "No one adj
mires Miss Trenchard more than 1 do.
! don't know what you mean, Chal-
loner."
Eyes, you do retorted Ralph, with
the same quiet decision; "you know
perfectly we'll what I mean"
But Frank did not seem inclined to
take up the gauntlet. There was mo-
ment of silence; then the young men
moved away. If Ralph Challoner could
have seen the look in Aimee's eyes as
she peeped out at his retreatihg back,
he would have been a very happy man,
I think.
But with all the glow of gratitude,
the soothing which had come to her
spirits with his chivalrous
words, ca]mness was impossible now
that the moment of reaction was come,
and for half an hour Aimee wept
as bitterly as a girl can weep. 1t was
for the shipwreck of her shallow ideal
that she wept, as well as from wounded
pride. Had she learned to love Frank
Chasuble, the pain would have gone
desper; but, as a recent writer has told
US, there is such thing as I" imagina-
and the suffering it causes,
though not vital, is hard to bear. So
Aimee wept on, and only succeeded in
drying her tears in time to appear at
tea, when that useful plea of " a head
ache" accounted for her pallor and de-
lection. ,s.--...-....
Frank Chasuble found Miss Trench
ard ''changed somehow" from that
time forwards. She was less accessible,
less easily sinterested; he even de-
tected gleamof mockery at times In
the smile which met some of his impas-
stoned sallies. She was far more at
tractive to him in this phase. He be-
came .piqued, interested; eventually he
fell in love, as he would have termed it.
Aimee had her revenge if she wished
it, in the modification with which he
received the gentle but decided mo"
which ended his suit. But he never
heard from her or from any one else the
tale of the organ-lo loft adventure. That
she kept for the kusband-no other
than Ralph Challoner-who three years
later visited remote Nova Scotia and
bore away a bride. To him she con-
fessed that the dear love which, to his
surprise and rapture, met his SO fully
and completely, was born in that little
curtained space, the reward of his
manly interposition on her behalf; and
knowing this, the chapel is still the
Mecca Of his imagination, the place to
which his memory goes back to pluck
that fairest flower of romance which is
the recompense of all true and happy
manhood and womanhood, whether
clerical or lay, in England, or in Amer
lea, or elsewhere. -Harper's Bazaar.
A Monster Rattlesnake.