Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1884-09-16

botanical cases, and the last new novels,
and came to Lake Umbagog.
''Of course there are plenty OF tour
lists there, she thought, exultantly. to
herself. dreaming vague visions Of re-
turning home with hat trimmed with
orange-blossoms, and an Apollo-visaged
young man in her train.
But, alas, she had been month at
Pine Point, and not soul had come
near the place, except two or three
leather-faced old hunters, a crooked
beldam. gathering herbs and simples
and two showmen, in search of fine
specimen moose for their collection.
Was it any wonder that the demon
homesickness took possession OF her
heart?
Uncle Fin, on his part, had not been
entirely without the pangs of disap-
pointment. Cynthia was not much
company for him after all. She could
not cook half so well as he could; she
mended his stockings SO bunglingly
that they hurt his feet; and she forgot
to make his bed every other day on an
average.
"Ah, WE'LL" he consoled himself; 81
s'pose all women are alike. Indian
Oscelita amt cut arter that pattern,
though. I'm level sure of that"
Oscelita Dean came one day, on her
fathers steamer, to the little dock,
with an offering of freshly-gathered
blueberries, radiantly-spotted birds
eggs. and fan of eagle plumes made
by her own hands.
"Ah, thanks!' said Cynthia tossing
her head. 81 don't care for birds egg
collections. We've plenty of blue
berries here. What do you ask for the
eagle FAM"
OScelita colored little.
Il meant it for present" said she.
"WilI you accept it?'
Il couldn't think of such thing
said CyRthia, primly. 81 never re-
ceive presents"
''Then / shall leave it for Mr.. Cop
ley" said Oscelita, smiling, as she
hung it over the old hunters big chair
HE will like it. / know"
Cynthia looked quickly around. Was
it possible that Oscelita was man@u-
wiring to entrap Uncle Fin for a hus-
band? He would be quite fool enough
TO fall into the trap
you can do as you, please about
that" said she, knitting with all her
might.
your are very lonely here" said
Oscelita, in her soft. fute-like voice.
"It's the dismalest place ever came
across in my iife," said Cynthia. pet
tishly.
ut doesn't seem so to me-" said
Oscelita. "In my eyes it is home
Tastes differ" said Cynthia, with
well-emphasized sniff.
But. as she sat there, she could see
that Oscelita was tall and slender, with
complexion of the richest olive;
dark, liquid eyes, and hair like Jet
silk. And, all in a second, she felt
how elderly, and sallow, and plain she
herself wasl
But she was Doctor Copley's daugh-
ter, and Oscelita, after all, was moth
ing but the 0Vaif and stray of these
wildernesses.
Il have been wishing to come and
see you this long time, said Oscelita
in her Low, mild tone
much Obliged am sure,' said Gym
thia But have resources within
myself which preclude loneliness
~Is there nothing canstlo for You p
persisted Ocselita, thinking of thelittle
boat wherewith she was wont to row
out, in the pink sunrise. after water
lilies; of the hidden wood-nooks: the
lovely little brooks, whittier no one
could conduct the stranger but herself.
THANK your once more retorted
Cynthia Il don't know of anything
unless, indeed, you could come and
scrub half day for me every week.
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