Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1881-09-01
BEllRS GLOVE.

wen, bhlS, "hdb SLnli Wo uo TO-
day?7
1t was ON the broad piazza of the
Baden Baden Springs, one of the sum-
mer h0stelRes In the Santa Cruz mount
aims. Not man to be seen-the long
piazza WAS vista of skirts. At one end
sat the matrons, either doing some one
OF those numberless things called
fancy work, or else retailing their
household troubles. At the other sat
the young ladies, some with novels in
their laps, some lie. They were gaz-
ing listlessly across the garden to the
disused croquet ground. No one said.
Lets play croquet." No. indeed,
there had been a pitched battle on the
croquet ground the day before. Miss
Helen VIM had remarked that she
named no names, but when person was
wired she did not think it fair for her to
move her ball when the others were moi
looking. Upon this Miss Title Robert
son had burst into tears, and said that
Miss Winn was ga hateful thing" Miss
Carrie Bunner, partner to her of the
tears, immediately laid down her mallet
with great dignity, and ostentatiously
escorted Miss Robertson from the
ground. saying, "There, now, Title. .
"Nover mind them" etc, all of which
was inexpressibiy goading to the other
side.
BY way of showing the two seceders
how unnecessary they were, two other
ladies took their places, and the game
for II while was conducted in the smooth
est manner, and the conversation III
sugared tones. From the fact, however.
that they came home in four different
directions it is supposed that something
went wrong. John, whose duty it was
to put away the mallets and balls after
the ladies used the ground, related, on
his return to the kitchen, that he found
them there mallets scattered all over
creation, jest where them gals flung 'em
when the game bust up"
No, although they had all "made up
since, the influences upon the Whole
were not favorable to that game which
stirs the feminine soul so deeply. BY
the way, was the woman ever born who
would not cheat at croquet if she got @
chance?
"Well. girls, what shall we do to-
day 2" 1t was Bella Chester who spoke.
. Now Bella had not been mixed up il
the quarrel OF the day before. If there
was any one thing she did not care
for. it was croquet without gentlemen.
, 1t is unnecessary, then, to tell you that
she was coquettish. But she was pretty
too, was Bella bewitchingly pretty.
And yet she was not SO prett that other
women did not like her, for they did
There are two kinds of pretty women
Lets go to the springs" said Heller
Vim, land watch them bottling the
waters.
"Pshawl =" said Bella, "there's only
an old man and boy there. Girls,
she went on, II have an idea. How
far is it from here to Santa Maria Col
lege?"
"About six miles," said Helen.
"rhon I'll tell you what let's do
Wen have the rockaway team hitcheC
mp, and get John to drive us over there
It's vacation time now, and the students
have gone. Well have the monks show
us all over the buildings, the mission
church and everything"
"They're not monks" said Carrie
burner, with an air of wisdom (Niss
Bunner was a Catholic), "they are
fathers"
"Well, I'd like to know what the diff
ference is, said Miss Bella, briskly.
"T-don't-know." said Miss Carrie
Weakening; "but you must call then
fathers, anyway"
"Ill eau them anything they like,
said Miss Bella. "But come, girls
let's 60 and get ready"
In fifteen minutes five of the girls
were all ready. They had simply pu
on immense straw hats and very ugly
busters. Their gloves were veterans
their shoes substantial, but not beauti
iIl. Ia short, they were attired as sen
slble girls should be for ride over I
California road in summer.
But the minutes passed, and Bells
did not come. John chewed tobacco
and soothed his impatient horses as the,
fickod the flies from off their backs an,
paved The ground. John was never i'm
patient A sweet and tender restful
u - flied his soul when he was waiting
Tor ladies'. He had driven around water
ing-p aces for many years, had John.
Al last she came. A simultaneou
cry arose.
why, what ever has kept you s,
,oifg?'
suddenly Helen exclaimed: "Well
declare! Ii that girl hasn't gone ana
changed her dress T.
. Yes. aud fixed her hair r
And put on clean pair of gloves!'
At.1 changed her boots y
1t was all true. Miss Bella had en-
icavorel to shroud these treasons in he
Nster ar4l hat, but it was useless. Sh,
WIS indeed pretty sight as she stoot
here, with one dainty foot upon tn,
7. step. Even John was moved. He II
Il ctiyelv spat ON the nigh side, ant
made room for her to sit by him. Mis-
Bella sprang into the seat. John wa
better than nothing. And. as they
along the road, she laughed at his well
worn stories. admired his skill rs a driv
Pr, and when he turned 10 look at he
would drop her ewes. And john? Well
ne eheWed tobacco. It's wonderful
soothing, in any form, is the maligne,
weed.
At last the little town was reached
and JOHN dashed MP TO the college gate
in style The ladies descended, crosse,
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