Daily Republican., 1883-07-24
AsUMMER BDYL.
BY ALFRED YOUNGE.

"Mr. Barton
1t was the sweetest voice mortal ear
ever list. ned to.
At least, SO Rolf Barton thought. and
had thought for the all-tOo-brief month
that fair Guinevere Allison had passed
as boarder in his fathers farmhouse.
She had come down to Greenfield
with her maid for rest from all the
dancing and flirting of the previous
winter, TO rest before she dawned In all
her splendor upon Newport and the
rest of the fashionable resorts.
To her the change was delightful,
her mode of life seemed simply Area
dian, and had you sought far and near
for a charming shepherless to place in
the midst Of the plossoming landscape,
YOU could not have done better than TO
have selected Miss Allison.
She perfectly fascinated Rolf Barton,
captured him body and soul, and so
omnipotent was the magic spell she
cast about him that, strong, sturdy
fellow that he was, he actually forgot
his little love, Dolly Pinkhaln, and was
ready to cut ont his big, honest heart II
Miss Allison would but touch 1t with
the tin of her dainty, slippered foot.
on, it was a case of total gOneness,
and poor Rolf was 10 be pitied.
Did she encourage him in his IN lad
infatuation
Well, yes and no.
She was far too perfect a lady to lead
him wild goose chase after a wlll-o-
e-whisp, and yet, it was second nature
with her TO tiirt, and as she must talk
to somebody, Why shouldn't she talk to
Rolf, especially as she scarcely left her
room without encouutering his adorlng
countenance?
Matters had progressed to this des-
perate turn, and Rolf was thinking OF
her with kind of awed reverence,
when he heard his name pronounced In
those musical tones, as he blandly hoed
the corn.
"Mr. Barton!'
He dropped Lis hoe, a wild thrill of
ecstasy overmastering his entire being:
He turned with start, and 10! framed
amid the feathery bloom of the snowy
clematis he beheld vision that lasted
him for his lifetime.
She stood beyond the picturesque old
wall in the shade Of the breezy NAPLES,
attired in shimmering white mu lin
with tluttrring knots of mauve ribbon,
"a great bunch of heliOtrope in the lace
at her bosom.
Her fluffy, golden hair was gathered
up beneath the brim ofa wide Leghorn
hat with dropping white ostrich plumes;
and over all Il rOse-colored sun-shade
cast the indescribable tint of the sea
shell.
| Had Rolf been reader Of Tennyson,
he would have seen in her
"a maiden divinely tall
| And most divinely fair"
as it was he thought her goddess, a
being strayed from another sphere and
lost upon earth
He could imagine Dolly Pinkham
washing on "A Monday and baking on a
Sa ur,iay, but this creature, she was iii
only for pedestal, to be bowed down
before and worshipe'l.
Poor Rolf was speechess, so Miss
Allison broke the silence.
"I am sorry to disturb you, but
! He found his voice when she hesitat-
ed.
81 thank you,' he managed to falter.
And | come here to thank you.
"For wha 2"
"For all the pleasure am indebted
to you for since have been here.
"Yuu're not going away 2" he de
mandtd, almost iierccly.
"Yes."
"When 2"
"This afternoon"
/ He stared at her, turning ghastlA
pale, and she turned aside to break Oft i
sprig of clematis to conceal her mo
, mentary embarrassment at his too evi
dent distress
Why are yon gCing:' he asked al
last, coming II step nearer the wall.
: only intended to stay month
you know. "
81 know but"
She cut him short, diviuing by in
stinct the desperate words his pain
would drive him to say.
81 should be glad to stay longer, bn
! my mother has written that she can
: endure the city no longer, and mus
start fJr Newport tomorrow,
And You must 60 with her.
"Oh, certainly. -
"Suppose | should come to New
port ," he asked, a quiver of hope il
= his tone.
= She turned with a start as though sh
were absolutely frightened, and glanced
at him, then her eyes sough. the hello
5 trope in her bosom.
: IL hardly think You would lik
: Newport, she taltered.
why no,?'
n at is--well, er-too constrained
perhaps.
: "lf | should come, " he urged, fail
: ing to note her Embarrassment, nigh
4 | call upon you?'
J. The appeal was so pitiful that tn
best there was in Guinevere Allison
, flashed up.
"Of course" she replied kindly y
+ should be pleased to see you.
: She never dreamed for an instan
that he would come, and so she tol'
. herself as she was rapidly whirle'
. away toward the city and the gay, de
. lirious excitement which, after all, wa
the only lite for her.
f. But under the silent stars that night
' in his lon liness, Rolf Barton turne'
! his face to the eastward, where bcyon'
the hills tie sea rolled, and muttered
"I will 90 to her there, and ask he
to be my wife -
"Miss Allison -
Guinev"re had just swept out of on
of the wide easements upon the piazz;
of the leading hotel at Newport.
If she had been indescrbably beauti
ful in white muslin among the clematis
e she was simply royal in her Parisal
toilet of peach-bIoom satin shrouded il
, costly lace, with diamonds blazing il
I her hair, upon her breast and arms.
!, She leaned upon the arm OF th'
: "lion' of the season, a young Englisl
! baronet, and she turned slowly ant
I with infinite grace as she heard he
:. name pronounced close behind her
r turned to encounter the earnest, ap
! pealng gaze of Barton fixed with hope