The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1882-08-01

bushes saw you in your boat like
another Ellen Douglass. I'm asham
ed to tell how stealthily | rpse to my
feet, and stepped down to the waters
edge
To view he Lads of the Lake
"You do not deserve to be made a
,James Fitz James" said Faith. blush.
ing and laughing. "bnt Ill take pity
on your Incidence. and your heavy
burden of fish and row you to the
other side, if you like.
He did like it She pushed her
skift nearer the bank and he lea?ed
lightly in. and took the oars from her
hands. He did not pull directly for
the opposite bank, nearest
Mrs. Smiths big newly painted
boarding house. the rhimneys Of
which they could see over the trees
He rowed aimlesslv about the pretty
little lake, while the shadows length.
ened, and the sunset glowed in the
west. He thought the colored light
made 2 very fair picture # the girl by
his side with the crumpied curls al. |!
the blue ribbon knot al Tee, fair tn 7oat.
Talking with her ne "a> surprised 20
tind how we'll Informed sne was What
quick wit and fine fancy were hers.
and how we'll, vet how ingeniously.
she expressed herself. He had met
her frat at IA picnic, and afterwards he
had heard her sing at Sunday school
festival and he had few minutes chat
with her one day when he was sketch
ing lin his amateur way the old
messy wheel and ferny dam of her
fathers mill, but he had not dreamed
of her being 50 picturesquely pretty
and bright as he found her now.
The sun was quite down when he
yielded to Faiths request (she had
her stepmother and supper in her
mind, and moored the boat at the
foot OF the path that led to her home.
"a fair flower born to blush un-
feen' in this out-of.the.world spot" he
muttered, as he watched her little
figure ascending the hill till it was
out of sight. GA dear little wife
she'll make some farmer boy-little
Maud Muller that she is" he added as
he turned his steps towards his board
ing house. That evening he
was more than usually cyni-
cal, and the young ladies
averred he was unsociaI and put on
the airs of eccentric genius because he
Was writing a book.
The next day was Sunday. and re-
membering that Faith Hill was organ
list, he was in his seat betimes and
saw her come in-so pretty in her
tinted lawn and fresh laces and simple
yet bewitching hat. He listened to
her careful prelude and heard her
voice so pure and sweet it was worth
all the vocal gymnastics he had heard
at opera houses-so thought Mr..
Wythe Walton, and ne managed to
find himself by the organist's side
when the service was over and walk
ing by her along the shady path list
enine to her Aute-like voice and
watching her changing color, unmind
full that a pair of jealous eyes follow
ed them, looking out darkly from un
der a cardinal plume
This was the first of many walks I'm
the pleasant summer afternoons. And
there were rows upon the river, and
readings of the Lucille" he had
given her. and mere than once the
summer boarder" took tea in the
little cottage and ate crisp biscuits
that Faiths pretty hands had mould
ed, end drank tea she had poured for
him, bIushing rosily through the cloud
OF steam.
But the summer came to an end
and Mrs. Smiths boarders went back
to the city, Walton lingering longer
than the Others, but going at last after
a tender goodbye to his "water lily"
sDid he come to the point. Faith ?"
asked the stepmother, anxiously, "did
he ask YOU to marry him
Faith shook her head; she could
not have spoken.
mo, and he never means to. You
will never see him again. He's just
one of them summer butterflies, come
humming around among our country
flowers for amusement; then flies back
to his city gardens. told you how il
would be, but you had your heart sci
on him, and now you'll have folks say
ing you were Tilted"
"Oh, mother, hush, please. Who
dares to say care anything for Wythe
Walton Besides" She added, irrele'
vanity, ''he promised to write"
"He wants to carry the game on 9
little longer--does he9 If he had
been honest he'd have spoken out like