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

VIII CARLISLE mad definitely made up
his mind to propose to Augusta Cotton
Augusta Ann rs her unsophisti-
Gated relatives phrascd it in their ev-
cryday talk.
"She is diamond among glass peb-
bles," he declared with all lover 5
enthusiasm.
''Are you quite sure that she is dia-
mond at alp" drily asked DIR. Bolton.
Mr.. Carlisle had been spending the
summer at Groton Point, in dreamy,
desultory sort OF way. He was one
of those fortunate-or unfortunate
young men whose career in life is al
ready made for them.
An old uncle in the West Indies had
bequeathed him fortune, connois-
seur cousin who came abruptly TO his
end in n railway accident, had left him
house and a gallery of paintings, and
just when he was preparing TO enjoy
himself husky cough developed itself,
the medical man talked grimly of inn
pending consumption, and he was or
dered to the seaShore for the summer.
There is nothing the matter with
me-" he said impatiently.
But there will be-" averred the
learned disciple of Esculapias, elf you
don't check this thing in its very in
ception. Westward Ho. now, or Rhyl,
Or"
''Nonsense" said Carlisle. IL don't
care for any OF those fashionable re-
sorts. If am to be banished any
where, I'll choose the place of exile
myself! What do you say to Groton
Point?'
"Gro;on Point! Groton Pointr' re-
pealed the doctor with pnzzled air.
Il may be very deficient in modern ge-
ography, but | may say that | never
heard of Groton Point"
NO. nor anybody else, said VIII Car
Isle, smiling. And that is the reason
] am going there. 1t is solitary fish
I'M station on the west coast. There is
absolutely nothing there but surf and
sea-gu!ls.
Aud so Groton Point was selected
for Mr.. Carlisle's summer residence.
There was little one-storyed hosiery
there, fronting the sea, while the post
Office was at one end of the village. and
a variety store nj the other, where you
might buy anything from a tallow dip
and matches 10 an almanac and q
pillow.
There IL was that Miss Cotton threw
her net over his unsuspecting heart,
one day, when she lost the sovereign,
wherewith her mother had sent her to
the store 10 buy a lot of carpet warp,
seven yards Of red flannel, and box
of baking-powder.
She was so pretty and plump and
distracted, and her blue muslin gown
set off her blonde complexion and bur-
nished hair so exquisitely. and Will
had not seen any woman but the fat
landlady for week.
And they found the gold piece lying
among some rocks by the seashore,
where it must have dropped from Au-
gusta's pocket when she pulled out her
handkerchief to brush away the flies,
which are troublesome ut Groton Point
when the wind sets from a certain di-
rection; but Mr.. Carlisle lost some
thing more serious still-his hearth
* fisher maid of low degree!' he
had quoted laughingly, when he con-
fessed all these things to his college
chum, young DIR. Bolton. whose quie'
sister Lettuce he had once admired III
sort of wav when both OF the young
men were in the graduating class.
"A wild rosebud. don't you see? "A
genuine daughter of Nature who mas
never been out of sight of tho ocean. y
''Oh!' said DIR. Bolton.
..Of course. she has no exterior poi
isb." added Carlisle. "She will have
everything to learn. But she is so re
fres6inp as compared with the conyen
tional city young lady that one gets 81
tired of.
..Exactlyp' said DIR. Bolton, secin:
that his friend evidently expected hin
to say something. -
"Her father owns little nshlng
smack-he Is real character. An
her mother is one of those real mic
old ladies that one seldom sees. Dc
nestle. you know-neat handed Philli
all that sort of thing! I'll take yo
there. Jack. IL you'll promise not
find fault with the primitiveness OF IN
thing"
"Oh, I'll promise, said DR.. Beitor
Relton was a man of instincts, an
in this case his instinct told him this
Will Carlisle was altogether astray.
"He Is beauty struck, said he !
himself. "For the time he Is bewitcl
ed. II Is the old story OF Ulysses an
the sirens over again"