The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1881-04-30
BOTH SIDES OF THE STORY
HER SIDE.

HER SIDE.
An expostulation from my aunt
and a frown from my Cousin john ;
but, unheedina, l continue my re-
marks:
II was never 40 disappointed in
my life! To think of calling him a
hero that weekly, delicate looking
cripple ~
"UA, Midget, hush! He'scoming"
1t was warm afternoon, and we
are all cut upon The veranda my
cousin is swinging lazily to and fro
in a hammock which is suspended
just beneath the wistaria vine, and
from his elevated position he has
been able to see the slow approach
along he walk by the side of the
house Of the individual under discus
sion. Can he have heard? For once
my seIf-possion entirely deserts me,
and / sit with criinsrned cheeks and
down dropped. frightened eyes.
ashamed of myself, and deservedly
so, for have not spoken slightingly
of guest and my Cousins dearest
friend +?
"HOw cool and comfortable you
look ~ said a pleasant voice. 81
have obeyed your injunction. Mrs.
Trevor, and rested full hour. and l
can assure you feel greatly refreshed
after my long Journey"
InvoluntariIy l draw sigh of re :
lief. He has not heard-if he had he
meyer could look and speak so uncon'
cernedly. He takes a seat near me,
, and, at last, / yentured to raise my
eyes. they meet a calm, friendly, an-
swering gaze. Mott is quite evident
that he has not heard. Before pro.
ceeding l will describe this college
friend and beau ideal of all perfection
of my Cousin John. His name is
DR.. Robert st. Clair, and his age |
should judge to he somewhere about
80. He is not tall and is very delicate
looking; and what detracts still
further from his appearance he il very
lame. Now, somewhere In remote
ages--very remote, | should say, as
have heard it quoted ever since !
knew enough to he proud of new
sash-seme one remarked that "beau-
ty is but skin deep" However that
may he, 1t is just as true that l was
born with an eye for hOineliness and
an aversion to deformity or blem
ish Of any kind. A week goes by
seven suns have risen and set since
DIR. st. Clair first came to "Scrag
head"-by which unromantic name
the romantic island upon which oui
summer home IS located is called.
The last of these seven days finds my
first impression of my visitor deci
dedly modified. When he is silent
think him plain and my eyes wonder
at his catch, but when he speaks and
his face brightens till 1t fairly glows
then l cease to wonder at the charm
he exercises over my cousin. Tive
more weeks hasten by.
"I must go at the expiration of an
other" DR.. st. Clair says, decidedly
"N0w, John. NJ urging, my kind
frierd cannot neglect my duties
any longer"
That night pushed back my curl'
and study my reflection In my glass
l have reason for so doing. Tha
very afternoon, as ] sat reading in
my favorite retreat, tucked away
from the heat and the flies in al
odorOus bower of natures own max
ing. with dropping rose sprays falling
about and hiding me, only distant 1
stones thro W from where my cousir
and his friend had esconced them
selves and were finishing previous
conversation, before l could rise and
make myself known / overheard
something which effectually kept m'
where was.
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