Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1879-09-11

were Miss Lowell. don't know where
you get your plebian tastes. Everybody
is laughing at your devotion"
"Let those laugh who win," returned
GUY. +" LIE rot s'aH,,lse.
Miss Lowell had left her seat at the
mention of her name, and had loitered
along the beach, STOPPING to gather q
shell or bit of some wreck as she went.
"What old witch is that?" asked
Essie as she passed them.
cit looks like isherwoman gathering
drift to boil her pot; but having deceyed
Essie in doors, he few back to the sand.
"The step betrsys the goddess" over
taking her.
81 hoped to pass for q 6sherwonan."
"Youl To complete the disguise, let
me take you in my boat"
"With all my heart" "k rio
Samuse,'" she reflected; "but he allows
another to share his amusement" And
directly they were floating through a
drift Of stars, mingling jest and senti-
nent; alipping past the lighthouse, be-
yond the splits of sand, with breakers
Dreaming about them, till the beach
lights were but sparks against the dark
ness, past stretches of meadows, and the
lonesome wharves of the town. "Mr.
Thornton" she cried, waking from the
spell, as steeples and chimneys stood re-
yealed, "what is thisP"
"This is BagGsd. Our boat has been
propelled by afriIes. I am the NEGRO
mancer who has annihilated time and
space. Shall We keep up the river, and
Join the caravans for Aleppo and Damas-
| cusW
edo let us return; it must be 80 late
They are no lights in your Bagdad."
"The caligh prohibits them after 9P.
M. Besides, gas and kerosene haven't
come to light yet. Ny dear Miss Lowell,
the tide is against and the wind is not
with us. Even a necromancer may err
You have made it dangerously pleasant
did not dream of the hour. Halloo,
therel" he shouted, under the bow of q
brig. "I will give any man his price
who will help me row back to the beach,"
And presently two stout sailors swung
themselves into the boat. When Miss
Lowell and Mr.. Thornton walked up to
the Orchard Farm, the sun was rising.
ooh, Guy" cried Bessie, coming for
ward, "we have been 10 alarmed The
servant said your room had not been
occupied, and"
"You we're beginning to wonder if
black would become you, ehT'
"'L lie roi s'am,se," she said, signifi-
cantly. Guys brow darkened.
"You are mistaken" he returned.
Miss Lowell had nervous headache,
and did not appear again till twilight
1t has been the longest day in the
year." he said, Gin spite Of the calendar"
"You we're up 80 early"
You are down 80 late. Come unto
these yellow sands" A dense fog was
blowing in shore "Speaking of love,
Miss Lowell" he said, alter dozen top
les had been lightly touched and aban-
doned, "do you think it is of such slow
growth that if one should confess he
loved you after few weeks intimacy
would you doubt him?"
81 don't know"
"Miss Lowell, will you take me for
better or worse"
"Mr. Thorntonv"
"You do love me, you do care for
me-" boldly; and Guys arm was about
to enclose her, his lips we're bent to her
cheek, when voice out of the fog ask
ed. Is it private theatricals2 Have we
intruded behind the scenes" as Lucia
and Duchene drew near. Cousin
Guy, there are letters for you and a
telegram at the house," and while he
went for his mail in the convoy Of his
cousin and her escort, Miss Lowell
escaped to her room. The telegram
proved an urgent summons, and Guy
was obliged to leave by the earliest
stage next morning. As Miss Lowell,
unaware of this fact, was asleep at that
hour, he slipped a note of explanation
and observation under her door as he
passed down; but the wind blowing
through her open window swept it back
into the hall, and when Essie tripped by
to breakfast it lay in her path. Miss
Lowell" she read, "and Cousin Guys
handwriting" and she carried it to her
room, lighted taper and let it shrivel
in the fame. That evening, as Miss
Lowell fingered on the veranda, Miss
Essie brushed by her and turned. "You
are not, perhaps, aware" she said, in
an undertone, "that Mr.. Thornton is
already engaged-has been engaged for
years. He has not told you, of course
what man ever tells such things when
be smuses HIMSELF"
"Yes?" rejoined Miss Lowell" and l
am engaged to marry myself-since
some time"
"a bonnie bouche to write Guy"
thought Miss Essie; I" will put it in
postscript as an sfterthought.n It was