The Penn's Grove record., 1882-05-13
How We Watched.

"Hear this Dick" And 1 read in
the best style at my command, this
misanthropical verse:
sand woman's loves a bitter fruit
And howeve he bite or sip,
There's many a man has lived to curse
The taste of that fruit on his lip"
81 say this" replied my friend, Dick
Gage, irately. III you would fling
Owen Meridiih out of the window,
pack your vslise and go down to my
sisters q month, you might learn q
thing or two about 'woman's love-
that you don't know yet.
Its abominable for a handsome,
wealthy young fellow like you to
throw all women over and take to
Byron and Owen Meridith just be-
cause Lucille Davenport Tilted you.
I did think you had more sense; but
it's nearly three years since you vowed
all women were false, fckle, hollow
hearted, etc., tore of to Europe, and''-
Hold on, Dick !" interrupted I.
Take a rest now. / wasn't aware
that Owen Meridith was not to your
taste, or / should not have inflicted
his poetry upon you and 1 didn't
know that Mrs. Ainslie had invited
me down to her place for a month"
"Nonsense! You didn't know ? You
raoA nv 1affar from, lar lat n 49,
ing that we must both be there for the
holidays"
81 did not"
"Then forgot TO show it to you.
Well it's just the same" philosophi-
cally II meant to here it is now"
taking the document from his pocket
and handed it to me.
"Going? OF course" he replied.
Alice Logan will be there, and where
she IL there is your humble servant
also, accidents excepted. Besides
there will be a lot of pleasant people
there Nellie knows whom to invite
together. Then my cousin, Clara
Vernon is spending a year with Nell
lie while her father is N India her
mother is dead. Will you go?"
"Yes, / think / WILL" I replied
"if for no other purpose than to dem.
onstrate to you that ! am in possession
of portion al least of that sense
which you intimated a while ago had
taken TO itself wings"
Good Next week Wednesday is
Christmas we had better go down to
night, and we will take trunks in
stead of vsli-es," said Dick and so it
was arranged.
1t was New Years eve. We were
gathered in Mrs. Ainslie's drawing
roo n, listening to Miss Vernon's rem
dition of Mozart's requiem. This lad,
at first puzzled and interested me.
she was tall and stately, and as fair
as a lily. Her beauty was enchanting
while q voice like music added to the
charm which she threw around every
one. We were the best of friends ap-
p%arently, but there was a reserve in
her manner that was imperceptible to
any one but myself, and it was a bar.
rier which / could not cross. This re
serve puzzled me and perhaps wound.
ed my vanity q little. "Womenusualiy
are not SO cold toward me-" l thought,
with the egotism that is more or less
part OF all masculines.
The music ceased and we began dis.
cussing our plan for the evening
which had been originated by Miss
Vernon.
Not far from Mrs. Ainslie's resi-
dence was a mansion built after tn,
style of an English castle. 1t hat
been vacant tor years end said to b,
haunted. In the round room al
apartment which was formerly uset
as a picture gallery situsted in tn,
north tower, we proposed to watcl
the old year out.
"Why the rourd room particu
larry Z" SAID enc. And Clara Vernon
replied
because they say the ghost is neve
seen in other part of the building"
1t was approached by a long CORR
dor, at the southern end of which
facing the round room, was the library
Al about IL O'Clock a party Of fourteen
of us set out, four young couples an
three married men with their wives
1 had Miss Vernon and Mr.. an
Mrs Ainslie in a doutle sleigh. On on
arrival we foand that the library ha'
been well warmed, and after lightinI
our candle and lantern, we repaired I
the round room,
At length when we were all gather