The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1884-09-06
A Young Schemer.

With the calm confidence of inexperi.
ence and positive ignorance. Jean Scott
had made up her mind to meddle in a
very delicate mhtter-namely, love af-
| fair.
The SCOTS were country people owned
good farm, and lived comfortably, and
John Barnard, II neighboripg fnrmer, had
long loved Phoebe, the eldest daughter
OF the house, aud very pretty girl OF
twenty.
The matter had not disturbed Jean I'M
til two things occurred. Her father suffer.
ed some reSerses, and Victor Stuart came
up from New Orleans.
He had saved her life on o certain co.
casion. when she had been more reckless
than wise in running horse-race with
her brother. That encounter led to a
closer acquaintance with the family, and
the yonng man had called several times.
He rode up to the gate and dismount.
ed, while Jean sat on the grass and
meditated or her plan.
Now, she had always been little shy
before him, but to-day she rose TO meet
him with smile and sllm hand ex-
tended.
"ItS very pleasant here" remarked
Victor.
"Brt much pleassuter in the house."
she said hastily, confused by the way bis
eyes dwell upon her. Go in Mr.. Stuart
Phnbe is in the parlor."
Another Young man soon arrived OF
the scene. Hs was nm honest, good loob.
ing young farmer. aud from her child.
houd jean had known and liked him;
bul to-day she must crush any presume
tuous hopes he might possibly entertain
regarding Phoebe.
rs Pl ebe at homer"
Yes; she is in the parlor entertaining
Mr.. Stuart"
He here again1' said poor John Barn
ard, faint spark Of jealousy ia his heart
gathering heat aud strength. Il sup.
pose that fellow will stay all afternoon"
MIR. Stuart? Very probably be will"
But hardly had Mr.. Barnard ridden |
d,ject.dly away when Victor Stuart came
ont again.
"Going so early7" said Jean, arching
her pretty black brows in surprise.
Yes; I have an engagement. to dine
in town. Bat first give me rose,"
She hurriedly plucked a handful of
hal blown, creamy roses and gave the m
to him, aud lie rode gaily away. halt
crushing the sweet roses against his lips.
The sun had dropped much lower in
the vest when p ebe came out where
her younger sister reposed on the grass.
What dull day this has beenl l
thought perhaps John Barnard would
come" looking carefully at her plump
white hand.
He did, but l sent him away" said
Jean, firmly.
'Why2"
because Mr.. stnaat was here, and I
did not suppose you would care to be
disturbed"
"Ynu take good deal for granted.
What do 1 care for Mr.. Stuarl2 II you
lave offended Mr.. John Barnard l will
never forgive you-neverr
Aud placid Pb@be's eyes flashed aud
he turned away in anger.
A weeA bad passed. but the jealous (
'ouug farmer kept to his own grounds.
Now Jean lonGed to undo her work,
nd fate threw the chance in her way the
'ery next afternoon. +
Returning from the village, she met E
Ohm Barnard face TO face in the road.
Why have you not been ronnd TO see
s?"
We'll 10 tell the truth. Jean. did
ot believe Phmbe would care to see me.
"lndeei, she does care; but shall 10,
ell you anything about it,"
"Oh. yes. Jean, please dol Where is
hat fellow Stuartl Are they-aTe they
"EreaRrd? Good heavens, 20! Who
Yer dreamed Of such a thinl?'
Poor fellow. he doe, love h,r I wac :,
shame TO make lin sufi,r 50. " sh.
i"nRht. Watching him as he walked o. r
p the road, hlithely ~histliug. / will
ever try match making again-never!" r,
be continued aloud. "Bnt wIat does 81,
be old song Fayl'
IL you do not sueceed.;ry, try again. " a,
lid laughing voice close beside her. n