The Canton advocate. [volume] (Canton, D.T. [S.D.]) 1877-1897, 1881-09-29

express. Mr.. Warren ordered it
brought in, and explained "It's full Of
fire-crackers for Bah"
"Surely, papa" exclaimed Dora,
that child Bah isn't coming here to
morrow
"Why not?'
Because she's such a queer, plain
little thing, that
Samuel, you ought to know better"
demonstrated Mrs. Warren, ethan to
let Count Won Held see such girl as
Dora's cousin"
Nonsense Bab's not very stylish,
but she hasn't got money to buy that
sort of ching. She's my sisters child,
anyway, and | mean to give her all the
tirecrackers she wants, and a place to
i! fire ''e:ra,nG in Mr.. Warren was con-
scious of having done but little prac-
tically for his niece, and was tena-
cious Of doing something sentiment
tally.
'Its your own fault" snapped the
wife, with an energy born Of her new
ambitions, "if the count is disguised
with such queer-looking relations"
Barbara was dressed in common
coarse blue flannel when | last met
her." said Dora.
Don't you worry about the count"
Mr.. Warren answered, soothingly.
give shown him all the mills and the
Boston house. He's no fool. He won't
mind Bah any more than he minds
Phil. Moneys money, my dear !;
moneys money.
The family las ill-luck would have it)
were seated that evening in full light,
the weather being rather cool, and into
the parlor came the dreadful Bah,
dressed in the condemned blue flannel.
1t was an old dress, and not pretty nor
was Bah a very pretty girl. She was
rather small had warm reddish hair
dressed in two hard, ungraceful braids;
good, fearless gray eyes skin slightly
freckled nice dimples, little cleft
chin and fresh childish mouth.
81 came for my firecrackers, uncle"
she said:
There was a murmur of introduce
ton, she bowed to Won Held, then,
with a laugh, tucked the box under
her arm, and throwing back some jest
at the uncle, who saw her off from the
front door; she ran away across the
| lawn toward the village.
The next morning at breakfasts Won
Held remarked. "Phil and l have
been enjoying the Fourth of July.
I've been to the village, and I've fired
off crackers with your cousin, Miss
Miss Bah, as YOU call her.
Mrs. Warren frowned with vexation.
''T at girl is quite a trial to us, count.
She's so very queer about her dress.
Why, Dora has often sent her rich
clothes that she had done with, and
| the child refuses to wear them"
eyes," Dora added, "the poor girl is
very unconventional"
$50 !" the count responded.
That inevitable Bah came to the
house again. 1t was her usual Fourth
of July custom to fire crackers from
the end of the big piazza, with Phil for
companion.
"The noise is so unpleasant, let us
CO." Dora proposed, ito the other
side of the house."
ooh, no." answered Won Held. II
rather like it all. It's something new
to me. It's quite refreshing to see
those two young people absorbed in
such child's play"
Soon Won Hel's visit had ended.
He was going to travel. The Warrens
would spend September in the noun
tains. October would see him at Rock.
port again.
With many compliments upon his
entertainment, with renewed expires.
sion of surprise at the advance, cul-
tivation and wealth he met in Ameri-
ca, he took his leave.
"Did he say anything-anything in
particular whispered Mamma War.
rem to her daughter.
"Not yet" answered Dora, in tone
that was perfectly satisfactory.
During the visit to the mountains,
Fairweat hey o,:osttook the Warren fami-
~. In October he returned with them
to Rockport. Won Held they found
already at the hotel ip the village. He
had been there month or more.
Fairweather muttered: Thought
he'd be on hand in time. Don't count
on seeing me come with Dora" Then
Fairweather ordered the most extrava-
CANT of bonbonnieres sent up from New
York to Miss Warren. The fact was,
he recognized dangerous rival, and so
spent thousands of dollars at once in
buying horses, bringing his yacht to
Rockport, bearing the expense of all
sorts of festivities, and hunting up
costly fruits and flowers; then he
scowled constantly upon Won Held,
and generally played the desperate
lover.
Both men were leaning over Dora's
piano one evening, when Mr.. Warren
CHANGED to pass through the parlor.
Won Held, with hurried Excuse me-"
overlook his steps and Fairweather
could hear these words: "May ! speak
to you privately, Mr.. Warren, upon an
important matterY' Then the two
passed out upon the piazza together.
Fairweather felt that he understood
the purpose of that interview, and he
exclaimed to Dora: eff I'd known that
foreign adventurer had followed you
home, I'd have come back six months
sooner"
Miss Warran rose, turned toward
Fairweather, swept him once up and
down slowly with her eyes, and walked
deliberately out of the room.
The sutton felt such a pang of love