Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-12-12
INFATUATION.


est croquet-ground with dimpled brook
Pickering by on one side, and semi
circle of fine old trees standing guard on
the other.
An elderly gentleman, in linen coat,
was half-kneeling on the grass in the
mental and physical agony of a "split
shot;' youth of fifteen, awaiting his
turn, was watching the operation with
emphatic ennui: little apart, young
man with fine features and symptoms of
a mustache-a good looking fellow take
him all In all-was'conversing contented-
ly.with young lady-one OF those tall,
fair-haired creatures, with grand eyes and
superb complexion, who fairly bewild-
cred one with rare coloring.
$50 your aunt will be here this after
noon, Miss Penroy2'' he was saying.
Eyes, ON the 5: 10 train
The young fellow calculated in the
depths of his spiritual consciousness:
''It is now three. Two hours grace.
Would that an accident might befall the
train! Of all things maiden aunt! No
more pleasant tete-a.ietes on the piazza
no."
"Blue! Here, MIR. Remington, it's
your turn. You've got the most splendid
chance!' called out the old gentleman,
enthusiastically. Just knock Augusta
INTO the brook and go through the mid
die wicket; then you can take Charlie
coming back, and
Here the pleasant vision was demol-
ishcd by Mr.. Remington's sending Au-
gusta just the other way, and going any
where but through the wicket himself.
| His counselor gave him look of re-
proachful despair, and grasped shis NAL
| let as If he were going to commit suicide,
or ''suthin'. - with it.
Miss Penroy took her place, and SO the
game went on.
An hour or two after, returning to the
house to dress for tea, Mr.. Remington
caught sight ofan angular figure in gray
alpaca vanishing VI stairs, and a few min
utes later learned that Miss Penroy's aunt
| had arrived.
Just about seventy miles from the
pretty croquet-ground and its accompany
ing farmhouse might have been seen
on the banks of the Hudson, handsome
villa, and in its library. at this moment
at which write, were assembled red
faced old gentleman, a white haired old
lady and two pretty girls, as ike as two
peas and as pretty as two plnks.
The daily budget had just come from
the post Office, consisting IT'S time OF
one letter for the old lady, vino, accord
ing to the superscription, was Mrs. G. H
Remington.
"From Fred" she announced; SITS
really astonishing how contented he is in
that little out-oi-the way place."
81 thought he would be back after two
days fishing, utterly Disguised" said
Minnie, one of the peas.
"Oh, I'm very glad to have him away
from temptation" went on the mother
"A fashionable watering place is ter.
rible training place for gay young
fellow like Fred-and with money, too
He seems to have found pleasant com
panions at this little place. He says
"There are some very agreeable people
stopping here-a Mr.. Wane and his fam
lily, and Miss Penroy, very beautiful
girl, and her aunt, Miss Boggs."
"a very beautiful girl laughed Bes
sic, the other pea. '.That explains the
mystery
"Penroy is very good name," said
the old lady. II hope she is nice girl
The letters continued to come regular
every week. and the old lady continued
to read them placidly to her husband ano
and daughters. Miss Penroy and bel
aunt still figured largely in the m1ssives
but there was not much said about being
awfully jolly-there were vague illusions
to happiness and misery and other con.
Trajectory emotions.
At this period the old lady began tC
get anxious.
II don't know but that we ought to 60
on TO this Eastrodes, Minnie. I ain sure
Miss Penroy must be- q sweet girl, but I'd
like to see her."
eve might take run on there next
week. suggested Minnie.
s'I'd like TO CO." said Bessie. II think
we need little change, and you won't
take US to any fashionable place because
we don't come out for another year."
I'm think over it, said the mother
But while she was thinking it over the
next day, letter came that sent her fly.
ing to her girls.
1.-THE climax has come," SIZE cried, hall
laughing, and yet with tears in her eyes
''He is engaged to be married. Just
listen to this
| And with daughter on each side, she
read as incoherent, happy, illogical ar
epistle as ever love indited since the days
of Adam.
''That settles it; we go there next week
In the meantime we must all write tc
hira, and to her, too"
And they did all write that very day
dear loving home letters, giving Miss
Penroy sweet welcome to their family
and telling Fred how charming they were
sure she must be, land how glad the would
be to meet her the following Monday.
That was Thursday afternoon. Or
Friday evening a thunderbolt was hand
ed Mrs. Remington at the tea table,
Outwardly it was one of Fred's regular
letters, but indwardly it was thunder
bolt.
She opened it all unconscious, read the
few lines, and clasped her hands almost
tragically.
ooh. husband" she gasped, sob, Min
nie-Bessiei thar my boy should ever dc