Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1882-11-23
A MOUNT DESERT EPISODE.

1t was at Bar Harbor, and in tn,
month of August.
"He's a supercilious peacock" sale
Molly, digging her parasol into thu
sand.
She was sitting on the rocks, below
the town, with her 5ister-in- law, Mrs
Randolph. At a little distance was tn;
five year old daughter of the latter, witt
the indispensable wooden shovel anc
pail, as irrepressible little witch as ever
lived, nicknamed in the family, loot.
"My dear" said Mrs. Randolph, ex
postulating.
eyes, "A supercilious peacock" re-
peated Molly, tapping her foot impa-
tiently.
It was only the day before that they
had arrived, and already Molly had
nearly broken her sister-in-law's heart.
This was especially hard on Mrs. Ran
delphi, WIN had left her favorite Sara
toga because Molly had said 81 de-
test fashion, and want to 20 to some
place where people live sensibly ia
summer. Mount Desert, everybody
says, is just such a spot; let us &c
there"
so to Mount Desert they had come.
They had arrived to find Bar Harbor
crowded. to OVERLOOKING. Gay New
Workers. well.born Philadelphians;
pretty Baltimoreans; young gentlemen
in knickerbockers; young ladies in
navy blue; all stood crowded on the
Rodick House piazza, watching the
new arrivals when Mrs. Randolph and
ner party appeared.
Molly had preceded her sister-in-
law few steps-for the latter had
stopped for moment, to give direc IS
tons about the luggage-when sudden.
ly our heroine heard a voice close at
heY ear.
"By Jove," it said, "what pretty
girl"
Molly turned, angrily,, and saw a
handsome young man, who looked
quite thoroughbred, yet also more than
contented with himself staring de
cidedly, almost iely, ut her.
"The impudent puppy" she said to
herself, hot flush crimsoning her
cheek. The next instant the offender,
recognizing Mrs. Randolph, advanced
eagerly, both hands extended.
"Can / believe my eyes," he said.
"You here, Mrs. Randolph And out
side the pale of civilization, rs some
people might Think What has induced
you to desert Saratoga?"
"Oh, Mr.. Peabody! I'm so glad to see
you. But therby hangs, not tale, but
great many" she replied, laughingly
'I'm too tired, however, to talk. Come
to see me, this evening, and I'll tell you
ell about it,"
"Wel, congratulate YOU that you
are without party, or II dozen debu-
tantes in tow" he said; for he had fail
ed to connect Molly with Mrs. Ran
dolph, surprising that our heroine be
longed to some other of the arrivals
"You don't know what it is here. such
swarms of girls seeking husbands,
with shiug of the shoulders. 9TH,
grssshopper plague was nothing to it,
Molly heard all this, and turning
fixed pair of stern, indignant eyes OF
the speaker: for was not she a debutant
this the first season since she lief
school? Fortunately for the young gen
tleman's peace of mind he did not Sc,
this by-play.
Buthe was made to realize that some
thing was wrong when in the ever in
he came to pay his respects to Mrs
Randolph. That lady, after shakin
hands again, sank into her arm chair
and tapping her fingers with her fan
said, indie tting Molly with gesture,
"My sisterin-law, Miss Randolph
Molly, Mr.. Peabody"
Molly rose and took the offered hand
but frigidly; her bow was as stiff rs tn,
Arctic circle.
Connected fop," she said to herself
"He thinks he mas only to throw hi
handkerchief and any girl will be gla,
to pick il up"
His soliloquy was not less to tn,
point:
"My beauty Of the afternoon! Sh
overheard ne, that is plain. What
mess Eve made Of it. She'll never Or
give me"
But neither by sign nor word did h
indicate this. He was too rllch Of
veteran in society matters for that
What" he cried, with great elusive
ness, "your sister-in-law, Miss Ran
dolph, of WHOM have heard SO much