The Osceola times., 1881-12-03

bic. n perfect day, ladles; thls Is real
ly American weather"
"Yes, suppose you do not enjoy so
much sunshine among your heathery
hills?" said Mrs. Carter, widow lady,
who acted as chaperon.
"No. indeed" replied the nobleman.
"if you visit Scotland, you will miss
your glorious autumn weather"
In the greatest flow of spirits they
reached the spot where Datson and Al
phonso awaited them with the luncheon.
IL was a merry meal. and frequent bursts
cf laughter awakened the echoes IL the
oil pine woods behind them. II was
lovely spot; the clean yellow sand and
the white capped, dancing waves looked
cool aud the wind sighed plsintiyely
through tbe dark pine tassels.
''Let us 20 for stroll through the for
est primeyal," suggested Mr.. Eiskne
when the luncheol was disposed of. All
the party agreed with the txcfp.ion OF
Mrs. Carter, who preferred TO carry her
book to some nook emong the hoa lders,
which afforded a pleasant resting place.
Maud soon found herself alone with
Scott, Bellies ringing voice coming back
on the breeze as she slrolled along With
Erskine. The bushes were somewhat
thick and tangled, and Scott led the
way through them. Mauc soon filed
her hands with ferns, and scarcely no.
ticed where they went. Suddenly al
exclamation from her companion attract.
Cd her attention. A tyig had caught
his coat sleeve and torn ii from top 10
| bottom.
"Ob, dean" she cried. "What a mis-,
lorlune!"
Scott did not look ss much uoubel
over the accident Gs Maud expected
poor tutor" he was generally termed,
ought 10 be over the destruction Of wear.
ing applrel.
Dear Mr.. Scott, am so sorry. New
er mind, ] am, as Belle says, regular
'old maid, and always carry Leedl,s
thread and thimble with me. So, il
you take oil your coat | will mend it for
you"
Really, that is too mnch trouble" he
replied, hesilatingly.
"Not at all. will do it as neatly as
can"
Thev seated themselves on the mos:
beneath the signing pines, and Maud's
little fingers were soon busy repairing
the tom garment. scott watched her
with some suppressed amusement and
some unsurpassed admiration in his
fine blue eyes, az her nimble hands flew
over his coat sleeve.
"Miss Maud" he said, after a short si-
lence, Miss Maud, do you know that |
have always aucled that American la
dies were lamentably deficient in the
qualifications necessary for a good wife,
but It seems that You are able TO put in
a stitch in time"
"Oh, yes. You know Pm one OF a
poor. ,S5s: 'Siai1 Yo" NUT m imagine @ that am
Iich because you see me here with Belle,
She is an hcirts', but I-why, NV father
i minister"
she nodded sagaciously, but did not
look up from her work.
so you are not an heiressP' said
Scott. quietly.
mo, indeed far from 1t. Belle is,
though. Her father is very wealthy
Her mother is dead, and she is an only
hid"
Yes. Well, you don't seem to allow
your poverty to prey on your mind. You
,rc iolorbly hlppy."
"Oh, yes; am used to it. But your
oat is done"
Quite naturally she held it up while
,e clipped il o }, and in moment found
,rsOf IN hisao0'.
"Oh, Mr.. Scolu"
"Ilush. ddrfug' Don't call me Mr.
Scott. That is not my name. My name
= Donald to Won"
"But-but -"
"Yes, .ove you, Maud, love YOU dear,
". Viii You be my wift?'
"Yes-at least -"
Never mind the at leosl;' thst on
sNeet word is enough"
when Maud and Scott reioned In,
YGIly something in their happy looks
give them away" They were leased o
iGlf.
"Iou see 1t IS well that ! am used to
bong poor" she said, as she kissed her
cousin good night.
'I,s, suppose be is poor, very poor;
Hut Will make Er kline DO sJmclh' ug
or him. replied Belle, rather patroni1.
ugly.
"Are you engaged TO Ers',ine?' in
luirtd Maud.
Yes, believe so. You know al
ways said | would fly my kite hign.'
SO they parted, and met next morn-
ing.
IL wish to have alitile talk with you, 70
aid Scott. "And would like Miss Har-
'ison to be present also. ! will write
'onr father by the first mail"
They were soon seated in a private
nprlor and Scott began Il am sorry 10
-uy that YOU do not know me as reall,
IN. | suppose have done a very fool
sh thing, but in fact | came here
incog., and my name Is not Scott, but
am IN fact the earl Of"
"Aud who-2" cried Belle, turning
.hastly pale, And who is-"
"My friend, Mr. Erskine? He is my
uior and best friend. lie saved my
iie last year when we were in Switzer-
lrdh
A veil may as well be drawn over the
rest OF the scene. Bellies disapponl
IA M was 700 genuine 10 be concealed.
aud fortunately fer himself Erskines a6-
TiIa,ion for her beautiful face had never
poued into love.
The stitch m lime decided me- said
he earl TO his young wife as they stood
IN the deck of the steamer waving their
sdieus 10 their friends. Il loved Won
always, but your kind hearted attempt
20 repair that coat drew out my very
heart, sweet wife"
The Age OF Tunnels.
This is the ace of tunnels IL is there.