The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1881-07-17

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claim, pettishly He certainly is not
the sort of person to go into rsptures
about
'Verar
But in spite Of my aunt's expostulary
tone. and frown from my cousin Ger
aid. l continue my remarks.
i never was so disappointed in all
my life. To think of calling him 9
hero-thst weakly. deiicate-looking
cripple
oh, Vera, hush. He's coming
II is warm afternoon, and We are
out upon the lawn, my cousin is swing
ing lazily to and fro in a hammock,
which is suspended just beneath the
tall elms, and from his elevated posi-
ton. be has been able see the slow
approach. along the walk by the side
of the house, OF the individual under
discussion. Can he have heard? For
once my self possession entirely deserts
me. and | sit with crimsoned cheeks
and down dropped. frightened eyes,
ashamed of myself-and deservedly so,
for have | not spoken slightIngly of q
guest. and my cousins dearest friend"
How cool and comfortable You look.
said Q pleasant voice. 1 have obeyed
your Injunction. Mrs Yorke. and rested
for full hour, and can assure you
| feel greatly refreshed after my long
journey
Involuntsrily drew q sigh Of relief.
He has not heard-if be had he could
never look and speak so unconcernedly.
He takes his seat near me. end when,
at last. / venture to raise my eyes they
meet calm, friendly, answering gaze,
No, it is quite evident he has not
heard.
Before proceeding, will describe
this college chum. and beau ideal of all
perfection. of my cousin Gerald Yorke.
His name is Austin Buchanan, his pro-
fession that of doctor, and his age
should Judge to be somewhere about
thirty; he is not tall, and is very deli
cate looking, and. what detrscts still
further from his appearance, he is very
lame.
Now. somewhere in remote ages very
remote, should say, as have heard
it quoted ever since / knew enough to
be proud of q new..sash some one. re-
marked that beauty is but skin deep.
However that may be. it is just as true
that was born with an eye of comeli-
ness. and an aversion to q deformity or
blemish of any kind.
A week goes by; seven suns have
risen and set since Doctor Buchanan
first came TO Fellmount-by which
name our beautiful home, situated in
the very heart of Westmoreland lakes,
is called. The last of these seven days
finds my first impression of my visitor
decidedly modified.
When he is silent think him plain,
and my eyes wander to his crutch; but
when he speaks, and bis face brightens
till it fairly CLOVIS, then cease TO won
der at the charm he exercises over my
cousin. Two weeks more hasten by.
i must go at the expiration of an
other Doctor Buchanan says, detid
eddy. Now, Gerald, no urging. my
kind friend. l cannot leave my duties
any longer
That night / pushed back my curls
and study my reflection in the glass. |
have q reason for so doing. That after
noon. as | sat reading in my favorite re.
treat, tucked away from the heat and
The flies in an odorous bower Of Ma.
lures own making. with dropping rose
sprays falling all about and hiding me.
only distant a ston throw from where
my cousiniand his friend had ensconsed
themselves; they were finishing a pre-
vious conversation. and before could
rise and make myself known l over
heard something which cffectus Wy kept
me where / was.
i know your admiration for s. noble
character Gerald was saying, But you
must not think little Vera is as frivi>
lous as she appears. You haven't seen
her best side. She rs fitful and capri.
cious before you because ! think your
indifferent manner rather piques her.
The spoiled child is very young, and
has been sp. led by too much sdmira.
tior; she - accustomed to see every
man she meets do homage to Der pretty
face
The answer came musirgly and alb.
sently:
Yes, your cousin my be pretty-nay
beautiful-in some eyes, but to me
there Is something wanting in her face,
perfect in outline and color though it
is-the Undine needs a soul
My glass shows me two dark. mis-
chievous eyes. set in O round, fair fat e
small. curved mouth, and straight
nose.
'undine needs soul what could he
mean1 But my mirror does not possess
like gift with the ancient oracle, and
l turn away unanswered and dissatis-
fed.
The last week Of our visitors stay
has drawn to close, and lie has gone.
Ahl truly In three short weeks of
daily companionship. / have grown
fully 10 understand Gerald's admiration
for Austin Buchanan. Never before
have ] bad such q NINE Of varied and
entertaining knowledge unlocked be.
fore me. OF things above the sky
reverently touched upon; of things be-
low; of the marvels Of foreign coun !.
tries. and OF the interesting objects in
our own--upon each and every topic he
has been equally at home; and though
be has paid but little attention TO me.
have quietly listened and benefited
by what ! have heard. Now that be
has gone awake to find that, like Ger
AID, j have allowed hero worship TO
spring up in my heart. that l miss his
quiet football. and that. though / fear
he does not even like me. deems me