The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1883-01-25

tory way; could sing IN a mellow tenor,
and repeat bits of poetry in a voice
equally musical. Moreover, he was an
immense success with ladies, and his
pretty cousin Lefty has already fallen a
victim to his manifold charms.
Poor little thingr' he had often
thought during the lapse of his eight
weeks absence. 'It's too bad to think
that | have not written to her as prom
| ised and she has SO little company in
that slow-coach of place. Well, she
can amuse herself by concocting some
new dish to tempt the palate, or by talk
ing religion TO the pale-faced curate till
l get home. The idea of mother worry
ing about her going off as prize in the
matrimonial marketr'
Young MIR. Landor would have held
Miss Winthrop's worsted, but she never
indulged in crewelwork. He would
likewise have read to her, but she pre-
ferred to do her own reading. Il can
digest the ideas BETTER" she had replied
calmly to his proffered offer.
Sometimes they wandered together to
treacherous white foam crawling over
the yellow sands, or the moonlight gilt
tering on the snowy caps of the inrolling
waves, he would venture on one of his
favorite quotations. but he never heard
in reply the familiar verdict that had
fallen on his gratified ears from somany
fair ones lips:
''Oh, Mr.. Landor, what lovely SEN
timent! How poetical you aren'-
Instead, Miss Winthrop would be gaz-
ing far out over the sea. with look on
her face that he could never understand
but seeing it he involuntarily fell into
| silence too.
Rambling over the cliffs, he would
have whispered soft nothings in her ear.
but, with the clear grey eyes looking at
him from behind those crystal barriers,
is was q harder task than he imagined.
so he contented himself with picking up
curious stone and risking his neck to
procure rare specimens of wild flowers
that grew among the rocks, to please
the taste of his divinity, who Invariably
thanked him with the frank smile that
was Miss Winthrop's greatest charm.
Now to us blind mortals, forbidden
fruit is always sweetest, and when Steve
Landor paused on his way from the
post-office to read his mothers letter,
he realised that he cared very much for
Miss Winthrop; and when he came
across her sitting in the willow. rocket,
with her dark hair all ruffied by THE
coquetting' breeze, he determined to
win her, and flattered himself that it
would be no very difficult task; for
who had ever said nay to Stephen Lan-
dor? Z. ------..- ..---,.-....g.-a
Miss Winthrop. will you take .
stroll over the cliffs to =Mermen's
Cave?n .sss-4
1t was a week later, and the girl, en-
sconced in a shady nook of the hotelpi-
azza, looked up from the book she was
reading, and rose with alacrity.
with pleasue, Mr.. Landor," she res
| ponded, ''and we will hunt for some
more of that curious crystal. / sent the
specimen we found to Professor de Haas
and | sould so like another formy own
| cabinet ,'----.-.-4.
| sieve Dit his up. This was not exact
ly the reply that he had expected, but
| beggars cannot be choosers, so he walk
ed with her along the stony road in his
most gracious manner, and helped her
down the rocks, half angry at times that
she did not lean more heavily on his
| protecting arm. An acute observer OF
human nature could easily have seen
that Miss Winthrop was more than suf-
ficient unto herself
| There was a strip of glitteriRg sand to
be crossed before Mermen's Cave could
be reached and they stood still to watch
| a white sail that in the distance was
skimming over the blue water like a
snowy bird.
'.Miss Winthrop" began Steve, sud-
denly taking courage now that the grey
| ewes were looking out seaward, 81
brought you here to ask you question,
and hope to receive favorable an
swer. You have won both my admira.
ton and my love. Will you accept me
as suitor?"
His tones were easy and assured, and
he already saw in imagination glisten.
ing diamond on the shapely hand, his
gift.
Miss Winthrop removed her gazefron
the white sail, and fixed it on her com
panion's face.
''There is but one objection, Mr.. Ian
DOR" she said slowly.
Now for some girls whim," laughed
Steve to himself.
Il guess it is nothing that cannot be
removed" he asserted with smiling con
fidence.
s'It is this, Mr. Landor," she answer
ed, still regarding him with her slow
gaze: .'that do not love YOU"
If gun had exploded at his feetStevt
could not have been more completely
astonished.
..Will you inform me in what man
ner l am Objectionable? he querieC
stiffiy.
You are not Objectionable at all, ,
she said serenely, 'as q companion, a,
friend even. A husband have never
yet felt the need of, and, if l ever did,
tell you frankly that your nature is no
deep enough to answer the craving o
mine. The man | marry must b.
strong-willed, self-controlled, cultured
yet"
Like the paragon Prof. de Haas, u
interrupted Steve sullenly.
A tide of color swept over Miss Win
throp's face, and her eyes, were turned
seaward again.
"Your insinuation is unmanly," SHE
I replied ieily. Professor de Haas is
can be nothing to me. He is already
engaged to charming girl whom ht
met in suburban village under The
most romantic circumstances during hi
summer rambling. l ont this very
morning sent them my heartiest congrat-
ulations. The young lady has won a
greater prize than she knows. Her sui
tor is n noble man, and possessed of
magnificent intellect. For myself,
prefer a single life"
''But q woman was never destined for
that state" argued Steve lamely. '.Men
are the oaks, and women are the vines,
and-''
Miss Winthrop was looking at him
again, and theio was an actual laugh on
her face.
Thanks she said, sit is a most
beautiful simile, but l am not of a
chnging nature. Even in my limited