The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1883-05-04

room. lie was very thankful 10 every
body and very anxious to Let them know
1t. The doctor. who WAS the least MGR
cenary OF men, refused 10 accept an
payment, though he had really saved
the young mans life; but he was graft
fed by letter from the Young man
mother. in which she called on HEAVIER
10 bless him; and, finally. Mr.. Archer
with his arm in sling, sat about in tn,
old-fashioned garden, or even approach
ed the kitchen door without reproof.
After he returned to the Hill, wher,
il seemed he had been paying a visi
when the accident occurred, hewas con
stantly to be seen about the village anC
it was gradually understood that he was
a young man of high social position, the
heir to a large fortune. and already pos
sessed of ample means.
Indeed" said Mrs Pelham, who
called on Mile one day indeed
think know what keeps him here. Miss
Beauchamp came to see us on visit
and he followed. He adores her-so heI
grandmother tells me. think ii will be
q match. She s the young lady with the
white feathers and the red parasol and
the black eyes. You've noticed hers
Very handsome"
Eyes, she is" replied Mile shortly;
and she lost her temper again that day,
| regret to state, and pulled the curtain
across the window, and wrote, "No adj
mission" on a slip of paper, which she
tackled to the kitchen door.
THAT isn't for mep" asked Fred
Archer from without, us he spied it.
yes, sir, it is, replied Mile from
within. "You have all your day to
play in. We arc busy. | am--ysry. ="
:Let me help you," cried Fred.
But there was no answer and he walk
cd away and up the hill to Captain Pei
hams, very soberly.
Later, Mile saw him throu the
muslin blind riding in company with
Miss Beauta amN.
1--WE haven't seen our young friend,
Mr.. Archer, for some time" said grand
pa, al evening or two after.
81 presume Mr.. Archer is occupied
with the society of the lady he is en-.
gagged to-that girl with the red para
sol, said Mile, with little toss of her
head.
''Ah! WANT to know replied grand
pa. Il don't think it's likely"
''Why not?" inquired Mile.
Il can't tell. said grandpa, ''but
that S my impression"
Later he remarked, Women folks is
curious.
One evening, Mile sat alone in lit
tie arbor all covered with wisteria. She
was very unhappy. In less than u
month she had gone through great
decl. She had fallen in love, had all
sorts of sweet fances, and thought her.
self the happiest girl in creation. With
Mrs. Pelham call all this had come to
an end.
Fred Archer had only been flirting
with her, and was engaged to the girl
with the white feathers and red para
sol.
She was angry-insulted; very, very
miserable. She was for ever trying to
think of some means by which she could
prove TO Fred Archer that she never
cared for him. But, alas! he knew she
did too we'll
LAS if rich man like that would re-
ally have come out here to court the vii
lage doctors daughter What n fool
was!'' said Millie.
Then she started and gave q little
scream. Fred Archer was looking in at
her, with one hand on either side of the
only entrance.
.'Millie," he said.
She answered, "Mr. Archer" and
her heart beat like drum as she
spoke.
at is absurd. What have / done that
| should be called Fred no morep" ask
ed the young fellow.
"Oh, you've done nothing" replied
Mile. Nothing at ALL
Then why are you angry?" asked
Fred.
IL am not angry, Mr.. Archer. If !
were. why should you care? If it were
Miss Beauchamp, indeed"
"Miss Beauchamp!' cried Fred.
''The anger of the lady one is engag-
ed to might matter" said Mile; "but
mere acquaintance like me! Youwon-
der that l know, suppose. Mrs. Pei
ham mentioned it. | CONGRATULATE YOU.
Miss Beauchamp is very fashionable
and handsome.
"Mrs. Pelham is q COMPOUNDED old
busy-body!' cried Fred Archer. "And
Miss Beauchamp is a-young person in
tent on getting n rich husband. FASH
ionable! Handsome! thought you had
better taste"
"Mrs. Pelham seemed to know every
thing" said Mile, feeling happier than
she had for some time.
''She knew too much" said Fred, dis
contentedly. ''And you were pleased.
You did not care. You--ah, WELT Good
evening""
Won't you sit DOWN." asked Mile,
mcekly.
''You have not asked me before, :"
said Fred.
81 will: I'm not at all we'll. should
MT wonder if my lungs were injured by
that bullet, after all"
"Oh, Fred, don't say SOP" said Mile.
would you careP' asked Fred.
''I'm not a fiend," said Mile.
''Millie, l want to tell you some-
thing"