The Northern Pacific farmer., 1882-09-21
THE C0URSE0F TRUBLOVE.

Miss Majendie stares thoughfully be-
meath her broad-brimmed summer hat.
She is sitting on the beach, and@every
little while she makes q sweeping little
curve in the wet sand with her parasol,
scarcely aware of the fact herself, she is
thinking SO deeply.
1t is not at all Miss Majendie's useful
custom to be sitting so very quietly by
herself, so let us take advantage of the
opportunity, and find out what she is
like.
In the first place, she is tall and grace
full; we are quite sure Of that, even
though she is sitting on the ground.
Just now you may declare her a very
sober and thoughtful young lady, though
you may change your mind, perhaps
half an hour from now. GO
The face is straight and fair, and
dclicatcly cut. The eyes are deep
wine-brown; the dark-fringed lips
have a way of dropping over them ev-
cry few moments, which is very be-
wildering. The mouth is small and
rose-red, half inclined to take naughty
curve. Altogether, there is an air about
Miss Cecilia Majendie which is very
bewitching.
At last Miss Majendie wakes to a real
ization Of the facts that the bathers are
leaving the beach, and that the dinner
hour is drawing nigh.
AS she rises to her feet, eparatory to
p+or ~, <o lo r.,fi., l,o,,co CLIO
finds that spot upon which she stands is
surrounded with hinnumerable Cs, which
she has traced in the sand with her
parasol.
Feeling half-vexed with herself
Cecilia deliberately steps on them to
deliberate all signs of their having been
hero. The disinterested observer may
think the letters were scrawled
there because C is the initial
letter of Cecilia's name; but the disin-
terestcd observer is apt to be very much
mistaken
IfCarrol Whiting had seen those let
ters, think he would have been Quite
conceited enough to declare that G stood
for Carol, and not for Cecilia.
The Arctic house is certainly not a
misnomer, for the dining-room of the
hotel is delciously cool and breezy, not
withstanding the sultriness Of the day
without.
There has been new arrival-Miss
Majendie can see that at glance as she
enters; for the guests Of the Arctic have
an eXpectant Wide-aWake look generally
absent in this dull summer resort, where
the greatest sensations always looked
forward to with boundless Joy, are week.
ly picnics or the arrival of the mails.
Carol Whiting, of all men, handsome,
careless, distingue as ever! Cecilia bites
her rosc-red under lip with yexation,
and wonders what in the world brought
Ii M here now, when he knows how
much her aunt, Mrs. Carmichael, is set
against him,
Carol makes an Involuntary step for
ward as she comes up; but she sweeps
calmly by, without SO much as looking
at him.
She wishes to show him that she is
very much displeased with him, indeed
to punish him for tagging her here.
Besides, Mrs. Carmichael is watching
them intently, anything but pleased at
seeing Carol Whiting at the Arctic.
Cecilia chats gaily with her neighbor,
vivacious little Frenchman, while Car
rol glowers fiercely at them from the
OtilcI olue VI t1c tstUle, W tI1e 4utcl!oe
amusement of Cecilia's friends, who
know, or think they know, all about
this charming little romance from real
life being played before them.
Mrs Carmichael is highly delighted to
think that Cis is commencing to show
little sense at last-that she has given
natt pcnItlieoS u}'start, CarrOi1N hitting,
the cut direct. For Mrs Carmichael is
very rich, and Cecilia Majcndle is sole
heircss to the boun'llcss Carmichael
acresand endless bank account.
The course of true love never did
run SMOOTH" it is said, and this truth
poor Cecilia learns, when Mrs. Carmich-
aGl discovers her penchant for Carol
Whiting.
Mrs. Carmichael declares, with cold,
cutting displeasnre on her fair, aristo
cratic face, that she will cut Cis off with
ing. Then she dismisses the subject
without further words, and takes her
niece with her to the seaside.
| suppose if Cis Magendic had been
the heroine ofa novel, she would have
flown to her lover on the wings of love
and married him on the spot, not be.
slowing one mercenary thought on the
cool million of dollars she was leaving
behind
But I ;. M 1st be candid, however
aslamedI feel of my heroine, and say
that she does nothing of the kind. Be-
ing a modern nineteenth century girl,
she has very sensible idea of the value
Of Filthy lucre."
She loves Carol dearly, but she
loves the good things of this life also.
She means to keep her lover, and she
means to have the money, too, if that
be possible.
After dinner Mrs. Carmichael retires
to her room for her accustomed nap,
and Cis goes out for game of croquet.
She knows that Carol wi follow her,
but is apparently deeply absorbed in an
interested contemplation of the stripes
on her mallet when he comes up.
,"Miss Majendie," he SAYS, in a low
voice, full of jealous pain and suppressed
displeasure.
"Why, Mr.. Whiting, is that really
you?" says Cis. lifting her exquisite Vi
Want face, and flashing those bewilder-
ing ewes at him. "This is indeed
surprlsew IN an abomlnally formal
tone.
"And not an agreeable surprise, eth
er, it seems" says Carol, furiously
knawing his blonde mustaschc.
AS if mentally debating the question,
Cis gazes thoughtfully at the dainty boot,
pecping from beneath the white founces
of her dress, but says nothing.
"Who is that impudent fellow over
there staring at us?" says Carroll, ire
levantly, growing more turiously jealous
every moment,
Cis looks at him surprisedly.
That is Mr.. Perry" she says, sweetly.
"He is just to charming for anything.
Very rich. too. DoD't YOU think him
handsome? Would you like an introduc-
tion?" 4
'No" bursts forth Carroll to both
these questions, conceiving on the spot
a deadly hatred for the young man so
favored by the gods. "He looks like
conceited prig, and wouldn't know him
for worlds! Cissy," less excitedly and
very miserably, "you don't like him so
very much, do your
Cis deliberates, while Carroll stands
before her like an anxious culprit, every
moment expecting his death warrant.
"Weell-no," she says, slowly. II
never said I liked him very much, did
~" Then she laughs softly. "Carrol,
what a silly goose you are!
Carol gazes at her rapturously. and
looks as if she had paid him an unpar-