Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1884-08-01
BELIEVING HIN FALSE.

searched tho world over"
paused and looked with approving
eyes at the retreat had chosen for the
GUNNER. 1t was rambling, picturesque
house, standing quite distance from the
road, and half hidden by the thick foliage
OF trees around 1t. There was gravel
path leading to the front entrance, on
either side Of which were beds Of flowers
In full bloom; back In the distance l
caught glimpses Of green fields and or
chards ladoa with half-ripe fruit, and q
line of blue hills bounding the horizon.
walked up the path and knocked at
the door, at first moderately, then as no
one answered, more impatlently. But my
summons brought no one, and after ten
minutes Of patient waiting stepped back
and viewed the house; the blinds were all
closed-thers seemed to be no trace Of life
abou. 1t. Yet ! had sent word to Mrs.
Morris, tho lady who had advertised, say
Ing she had ''homelike accommodations
for one or TIVE summer boardsrs," that |
was coming. What did she mean by
going awayS
gavc another laundering rap at the
door, that met with no better success than
the preceding ones; then | was turning
away In disgust, wondering what | could
do with myself, when the sound Of 3
sweet, full voice, singing, broke Oh my
ear.
listened eagerly the sound came from
the rear Of the house. hastened In that
direction, delighted to find there was
some one at home after all.
A wide portico extended across the
back Of the house, 3 tansle OF honeysuckle
vines growing over its columns and the
lattice work at each end.
Sitting in a low chair just In front of
the open door was a young girl, the singer
whose voice had guided me.
Such pretty girl! The fresh blooming
face made me- think involuntarily Of a
wild rose. The sleeves Of her light calico
dress were rolled up, showing = pair Of
white dimpled arms and the pretty fingers
were stained red from the berries she was
picking.
could havo stood for an indohnito Pc
riod admiring the picture she made and
listening to her song, but the loud bark
ing of dog that had been lying at her
feet bliaking in the sunlight, made her
raise her eyes. 1 stepped up on the por-
tico SO she looked at me and raised my
hat.
"You must excuse me for intruding,"
| said. az knocked at the front door for
4 long time, and no one answered; 80
came around hero guided by your sing
ing. am the gentleman who engaged
apartments here for the summer-Brisn
Hathaway"
care you Mr.. Hathaway Aun'ie did
not expect you until Tomorrow" she eI-
claimed, putting the dish Of berries on a
little table beside her, aud rising to her
feet.
az wrote that was coming to-day,"I
declared.
"Then 1t was her mistake. She has
gone to spend the day with friend, but
l will do my best to make you comfort
able until her return"
smiled secretly, very much pleased at
having to be entertained by such charm
ing little creature. Then she led the way
into the house and upstairs to large and
airy room with three windows overlook
ing tho green fields and orchards, and
narrow river that looked like a silver rib
bon stretching across the country.
My hostess loft me, and going to my
trunks that had arrived the day before, /
proceeded to remove the traces Of my hot,
dusty journey.
Occasionally, during the task, I could
hear the sound Of feet crossing the hall
below, and snatches Of song hoated up to
me. l smiled contentedly to myself.
After my toilet was completed I went
down stairs. A door on one side Of the
hall was open and 1 entered cool, shady
little parlor. The room was tsnantlsss,
but after few moments Of anxious wait
Ing light step sounded In the hall, and
my little hostess entered.
shs had changed her caliee dress for
white muslin, and washed the pink stains
from her fingers, and now ahe sat down
In chair ncsr me, and talked TO me in
that dainty, gracious way that sat 80 wcll
upon her.
In little while we were the beat OF
friends; she played for me on the piano
that sat in the corner, and sang to The IA
vorite songs In her clear soprano voice.
was an author Of some little fame, in
search OF a change, yet did not add one
line to my story that night when went
to my room. Instead OF writing eItin-
guished the light and sat down at the
open window To breathe the dewy, fra
grant air and think Of May.
was twenty-eight years old and had
been the hero OF half dozen dirtstfons,
none Of which had made the slightest inn
preston on my heart. But now owned
to myself frankly that was really and
truly In love with this girl whom had
only known for an afternoon. Her face,
with It's luminous gray eyes, Wild rose
color. and the deep dimple that came into
her left cheek whenever she was pleased
or amused seerned TO me the s~ eetest that
I had ever seen, and / determined, IL it
were possible, would win her for my
wife.
"Come, May, let Us take walk; here