The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1881-01-06
HANDSOME DALZELL.

/ procession Of carriages, at the rumbling
horse cars, and across at the park, just
/ walking into green. young life.
ITS just one Of the days to make a
fellow homesick for the time when he
was a boy and was conteuted at the farm,
and thought that home made bread and
grass butter, early straw berries, and
mothers cottage-cheese was feast for sn
/ O!ympian divinity! And here ara /,
s rong, healthy, lazy, lounging my life
away at 80, in hotels and boarding
houses, dancing attendance on pretty
gir!s and charming widows. III pack
my valise and run up to the old place for
a breathing spell. F." Then he suddenly
| hesitated in his resolute Thought mo
ment. ''But wonder what Florence
Dean VIII think of my sudden defectioni
Not that I really very much care, either
that / know" he decided almost IN.
stantly; ''ior, although she is every way
prettier and more charming and elegant
than the rest Of EN-, she IS just the same
IN being purpos6fass, vapid butterfly
It woman with soul that asxer.-gises
| above fashion and ease. Is there a good,
true, womanly woman in all this world
fur me:"
And our elegant Dalzeli really longed,
for the moment, for the higher, better
life that tnture's silent yet powerful
voices had aroused from their lethargy
IN his soul.
And as with Dalzell to wish was to pos
cess, to think, to act, to desire, to con-
summate, ne was in readiness for the 6:15
train for the old homestead away up
among the mountains and lovely noun
| tain lakes of Northern New Jersey.
While Miss Dean read his elegant little
note Of explanation aud regret. as, look,
ing fair enough to have warranted any
man losing his heart to her, she sat in
her own especial little sanctum-a room
sGcl rs one sees painted III pictures, with
rare, delicate coloring and touches of
flowers, and lights, aud cleaning ebony,
and shining silver, and the prevailing hue
a pale luscious pink
She drew her forehead up in q little
frown Of petulant vexation as she read
Dalzell's letter-then tossed it over the
table to where May Ferris sat, taking
dainty stitches in a Breton lace rufiie.
a specimen Of my cavalier that is
sans reprochc. May. Mr.. Dazell has
gone off indefinitely, for flying visit to
his sister, Mrs. Nivan-isn't that the
name?-up in the wilds of New jersey.
May, | am indignant"
Her black eyes certainly flashed attes-
tation of the fact, and delicious little
surge of color deepened in her cheeks.
May Ferris laughed.
"Why should you be indignant Mr..
DaIzel is certainly a very considerate
brother to visit his sister
Il don't know" Florence retorted.
There are at least three special invita-
tions [ have accepted for the next week
on Harry Dalzell's account"
And just there 1 think you are wrong, ."
May said, quietly, firmly. Unless you
know positively, dear, that Mr. Dalzell
cares especially for you, you should not
allow yourself"
Florence interrupted her with q deli
eious little pout.
"Now, May, be still! I have made up
my mind to make Harry Dalzell care for
me, and / shall succeed. have studied
his tastes until know them better than
| any other woman with whom he is ac
quainted. / know he is gay, likes socie-
ty, and enjoys Irritation, and so [ do.
All the same, l do feel horribly provoked
to think he has fitted so unceremon-
ioasiy."
"Your handsome, serene, popular gen
tleman is quite apt to carry things with
Il high hand, remember" May said grave
Is. "Only-between you and me-I am
Just little disappointed in Mr. Dalzel,
Florence. He is so frivolous, and pur-
posaless, aud-lazy."
! Fiorence's eyes flashed, for all she
laughed.
$50 on with your accomplishments,
May! Say rich, good-nstured, liberal,
romantic-perfect."
lyon are past arguing with me, see, -
May returned amusedly.
where handsome Dalzeu is concern
ed-yes." aud Florence looked dedantly
in her friend face.
Two weeks later, and in the city a sud
den accession to midsummer heat, with
the ambitious thermometer standing at
80 in the shade, and only May at that.
4 strong south wind blowing hurricane,
and the dust flying in binding showers.
And Florence Dean, cross, warm, en-
Euied, venting her ill-humor on patient
May Ferris.
Il never saw such perfectly abomiu-
able weather, aud six weeks before it has
any business here, at that! Do give me
my fan, May, and ring for Brooks to
brlag US some orange ice-T do believe |
an melting. Harry Dalzell IS sensible
of IN the cool, green country, while we
sweiter between beat, and moisture, and
dust"
May closed the book she had been
reading.
Suppose we take the afternoon train
up to grandfather's, for few daysl We
will be welcome-I am sure Of it-and
Beech Farm must be lovely just now.