Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1882-07-13

As he stood admiring her, Janet pres
emily looked up and saw him. A smile
of recognition, free from embarrass-
ment, came to her lips. She was glad
to see him again.
Still at work. ne remarked, ad-
vancipg. Surely there is no need,
when the rest have ceased?'
"They work quicker than ] can, re
piled Janet. "As yet am new to hop
picking, but try to do my best"
"Well, you have done enough for the
present. want you to tell me how
you are. / might have hurt you very
much"
"You might" she smiled frankly,
without constraint meeting his earnest
glance; "but you did not. / told you
| was not hurt yesterday"
eyes; else | don't think | should
have slept" he rejoined. 81 certainly
should never have forgiven myself"
"Why not? 1t was not your fault.
Perhaps you were riding too fast, but
you did not expect any one to be in the
lane Mr.. Bridgnorth."
"Assuredlv not you. But you know
my name?"
my mother knew you. She has
been here before"
"Your mother, Then they were
your parents?"
Eyes" She smiled again; "why
should they not be-"
Because you are so different" ex-
claimed Harry Bridgnorth. 81 can
scarcely now credit it. You ale so very
unlike them"
perhaps | may change when | am
as old as they and have seen as much
trouble" she remarked, with q light
laugh.
"You?" he calculated "You never
could grow like them. Do you know
how beautiful you are?"
She looked at him with a half sad,
half scornful expression
"Oh, yes" she answered. 81 have
been told it often enough--so often that
I am sick of it. l know perfectly the
value Of that kind of fiattery. Now, Mr..
Bridgnorth, l must go, please; mother
is waiting for me-
"One instant. Will you tell me your
name?"
Janet Harris.
'Then, Janet, believe me, for / am
sure | understand your meaning; my
words are not of the nature Of those
batteries TO which you refer. You will
not shun me; we may at least have a
chat together when we meet? think /
might have killed you. Have not q
right to rejoice that you live? and / do
rejoice, indeed
This time the color rose to the girls
cheek, her long lashes fell; his tones
were so soft and earnest, that hers be-
came less firm in consequence.
"You are very good. Indeed /
would not shun you; but really / must
go now"
Goodbye, then, Janet" And after
a glance around to make sure that no
one was near, he extended his hand.
Good bye, SIR replied Janet, quiet.
ly, and not needing his outstretched
hand, she moved away.
Harry Bridgnorth watched until in
tervening hop poles hid her; then went
off thoughtfully in the opposite direc-
ton.
"Was King Cophetus an idiot ar
wise MANI" he pondered. "Surely the
beggar maid was not 80 handsome nor
so queenly as Janet Morris l must see
her AGAIN." And he did, daily.
Janet Morris had found that instead
of the sea being five miles off, it was
not two, ond when work was over in
the twilight she would hurry to the
shore. Harry Bridgnorth had discov-
cred this, and not an evening passed
that he did meet her.
AT first she had treated him dis.
family, but conscious of her power of
self-protection, finally had yielded to
his coming; indeed, soon began to look
forward to their meetings as eagerly as
he. 1t was very pleasant, seated with
him on the sea shore, listening to the
break OF the waves, or to his voice tell
ing OF SO many things, or won into
confidence by his pleasant manners, she
herself relating episodes in her own
wretched life, ignorant that her heart,
which never yet had known love, was
expanding now beneath it, influence;
and sac, who had drawn back proudly,
mistrustful of all who were her supe-
riors, was confding now.
One day Janet became aware of "A
commotion among the gatherers.
What is it? Is anything the mat
ter?' she asked OF one st nding by her.
Don't you know? All, | forgot you
haven't been here afore. It's only the
mad lsdy."
"The mad lady p calculated Janet.
"Well, what is there wonderful in
that? Amt you never seen a mad per-
son, en-
1t was Bill Morris who spoke. He
had come quickly to where she stood.
Tell yer what, though, you'd better
keep back, or them big eyes of yourn,
staring like that, will nirritate the poor
lady. They say ~ how if you stare at
'em it upsets 'em like scarlt do mad
bull"
Janet shrank behind the poles. not
taking the trouble tc doubt Bill Morris
assertion. Her thoughts, indeed, were
far otherwise occupied, for just then
advancing toward them came the mad
lady, a tall, handsome woman, attired
in deep mourning, that enhanced