Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1884-08-07

pitchers filled with wild flowers, anc
sat like a modern Flora. dimpled ano
smiling in their midst.
She said very little, but she smiled ;
great deal-and Carlisle was more in
fatuated than ever when he came away
towards eleven o'clock of dark anc
brooding August night, with suspic
ious closeness in the air, and viyiC
sheets of lightning blazing here ant
there
and Bolton walked along the edge OF
| the shore.
''She is very beautiful-yes.
''And graceful and womanly"
cried the lover, greedy for praise.
II concede all that" slowly spoke
Bolton "but l don't call her exactly a
lady"
.'Pshaw!' said Carlisle. Your ideas
are formed on the hackneyed model OF
society. A good girl like Augusta is
capable of any degree of polish. And
did You observe what sweet, low
voice she had-like lute?"
Granted; but it struck me that her
grammar was little shaky now and
then"
"Oh. grammar: that's nothing. She
will soon pick up the phrases of the
people she is with. Women are natur-
ally initiative, you know"
Carlisle" cried his friend quickly,
you are not engaged TO herp"
mo; but shall be within the next
twenty-four hours" boldly asserted
Carlisle.
IL beg of you, do nothing rash. "
entreated his friend. wait little,
until"
Don't preach" interrupted Carlisle
little impatiently. Il tellyou | have
been considering the matter all sum-
mer. and I've made up my mind. "
"Then there is no use of my arguing
the point" said Bolton.
mo use ut ALL" cried Carlisle. Il
call myself not contemplate judge
of character, and pronounce Augusta
Cotton to be one of the sweetest and
rarest types of true womanhood.
BY this time, however, the long inn
pending storm had burst. Sheets of
rain poured down; vivid lightning cleft
the sky, casting a lurid glare on the
boiling waves, unpleasant showers of
spray began 10 deluge them ever and
anon.
al hope you are certain about the
path" said Bolton. who was quite new
to this coast country.
We'll, thought l was" answered
Carlisle. But the tempest and the
darkness seem to have blotted out the
old landmarks. Here is some one
coming. Let's ask him. My friend.
are we in the right way to the Point?"
'Ain't goin' 10 Point" answered an
inebriated voice. Coin back to pub
lic-oush. Ge-wet! Ge-cold! Berrer
go back to public-oush. l."
Its old Cotton" said Carlisle,
somewhat discounted. He isn't al
ways sober. Like other seafaring men
he likes his grog."
Your father-in-law elect--eh?" said
Bolton, with shrug of his shoulders.
But you should see how angelically
sweet and forbearing Augusta is with
him. said Carlisle. That is the thing
/ most admire in her-her perfect tenn
per. And of course we shall separate
her entirely from these awkward rela-
man is going back to the 'public-oush,
l suggest that we 60 back TO the house
and get Augustus little brother TO pie
lot us in the right direction. Or, per-
haps-l know they have little spare
room somewhere under the caves
they can keep US all night. | don't
like TO ask them. but do not see what
else we can do.
In less than five minutes they were
once again knocking a. the cottage
door-bCt 10 their surprise IL was not
opened.
A tiny window at the left was push
cd the least bit ajar, and the voice of
the fair Augusta, shriller and sharper
than he could ever have believed posi-
bic. out-shrieked the tempest.
go away" she cried. Clear ou;l
j won't have YOU in the house."
Augusta Ami demonstrated the
voice of old Mrs. Cotton from the IN
side.
Hold Your tongue. maj screamed
Augusta. i've told pa, time and
again. the next time he came home at
this hour of the night, | wouldn't let
him in. Not ii he sat on the rocks till
daybreak. And mean to stick to my
word, so there! It's too bad of him to
spoil my chances with city beau, so
it is, by this sort of goings on, and
won't stand it. Get out, pa. Don't
stand whining there. "
But, Augusta Ann, pleaded the
old woman, "it's your tongue and your
temper that drives him away, morn
ANYTHING else. Let him in. Don'tyou
hear how it is raining?"
"Silence!' retorted the dutful
daughter.
And the window was shut to once
more, leaving the two friends standing
on the doorstep in the night and the
tempest.
They got back to their lodgings af-
ter long wet walk. in course of which
they went considerably out of their way
but they were neither of them sorry
for the nights adventure, wet and for
lorn rs they were.
ut is astonishing how easy it is for
a man TO be mistaken" said Carlisle,
after long sile:,ce, rs they were sit
ting before the fire in their own room.
Bolton leaned over and grasped his
hand.
"Be thankful, old fellow" said he.
"that you have escaped as easily as
this"
Augusta Ann never saw her city
swain again-ap1 as she didn't read
the papers, she missed seeing n notice.
in a daily paper, of the marriage of
Will Carlisle TO Miss Lettice Bolton.
And poor old Cotton leads "a harder
life than ever.
Profits i'm the Bee Industry.