West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1884-10-03

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upon the sea.
"DU you like America asked Bel.
YES, yes, / like It here, it's bic
country, but like better 90 home to
the Azo'. My woman, she have her
brother here, and so stay
al hope you will 90 home some day."
cred Amy, impulsivcly, putting out
her hand.
"Oh, yes. | tink so, write you name
in my book before YOU go?' and he
proudly produced a register, the gift of
some former visitor.
you write. Amy" said Bel. and the
old miller bent over her chair. as she
entered:
Mrs. Tom Harding.
Miss Isabel Ford.
He looked at the names curiously a
moment and said: you husband here
little while ago. You 10 meet him
when you Gomez" and turning back to
the page before, pointed out:
Tom Harding. Nashville, Tenn
Amy crimsoned but said nothing.
1t is no YOU huSband?'' he persisted.
YES no 1 don't know, STAN
mered Amy. Come, Bel, we must
GO
81 tink you catch him if YOU make
haSb'f Saul Ilc IlllcI DlaclulN.
Tney were little late at supper that
evening, and found the chair opposite
their own, on whose emptiness they
had congratulated themselves in the
morning. filled. The occupant was a
tall young man with genial blue eyes
and clear-cut features. Formalities are
blown away in sea breezes. and when
he had passed the butter and the cold
meat, and Pei had responded with prof
fcrs of Jelly, they began TO converse
quite rs matter of course. He said
that he had been at Surfsidc i'm the
morning and out rowing i'm the harbor
later in the dav. II was Bel who
answered his remarks; Amy sat i'm
silence, occasionally flashing dark eyes
at the stranger, as if wishing to wrcst
from him his name and habitation.
1--WE were at the old mill this after
noon" she said, with little abrupt
ness as they Were rising from the table
Indeed" ne answered politely, cit
is called an interesting old place, be-
licve, and poor Amy felt that her re-
mark had been made in vain.
I'd give anything if hadn't begun
it, she admitted to her friend rs they
mounted the stairs to their own room;
"but I'll carry it out to the end now, :"
she added, deiiantly. IF | only knew
who that dreadful Tom Harding wasn'
Two or three days glided by i'm une-
ventful comfort. Mrs. Harding, nee
Morgan, and Miss Ford loitered about
the queer old streets and whiled away
pleasant hours in the bric-a-brac shops.
1t was in one of those that they heard
of museum kept by seat Captains
widow, and decided to visit il. The
afternoon was rainy and they found the
little room well filled.
Come right in, young women" said
hoSpitablc voice as they passed i'm the
door Young man, hand those women
some chairs"
They were seated, and after n mo-
ment's pause the lecture went on.
"Barna les from ships bottom. -
said the lecturer, displaying some speci-
mems rs she spoke. of which they form
themselves on the ships bottom and
prevent it from sailing
Amy stined laugh behind her fan.
and looking around 20 avoid meeting
her friends eyes, encountered those OF
the young man who sat opposite them
at table They exchanged II glance of
sympathy and amusement
This said the widow, els the head
dress of chiefs daughter worn at
boat-raclng, of which the materials are
found in the palm-trec, and very
beautiful head-drcss 1t is. VIII thee
put it OH, my dcar?' addressing Amy.
After moments hesitancv. Amy
complied, and the curious structure
proved not unbecoming to her glowing
face and dark eyes.
Behold thy face
And think no disgrace"
quoted the lecturer, Offering small
hand glass as she spoke
When the exhibition was over. AMY
and her friend fingered to ask a olcs-
ton or two, and were called upoE to
register their names.
'One would think everybody here
kept an intelligence Office" grtmblcd
Amy. as she again wrote her friend $
name and her own balcful title.
And she babe good bye to her Hostess
"a tormality carefully observed by all
visitors the old lady detained her.
Where does thee live, my dear?"
she asked, looking kindly at the pretty
young face.
81 am visiting i'm New York with nv
friend Miss Ford. answered ANY with
an attempt to draw Bel into the convor-
satlon, but the young lady was intent
- I'M w. 'fhA iil-,'f anu turner a
deaf ear to the appeal.
els thee a married woman2" next
inquired the old lady.
Poor Amy looked up to find the ewes
OF the young man fixed upon her with
decided interest
Yes, / think So" she said. con
fuSedly and was fain to get away.
Has thee good husband. nv
child? - but the young man came to
her rescue
Goodbye, madame" ne said. hold
ing out his hand. Il have enjoycd the
afternoon greatly.
81 am glad thee has. friend. I like
thy face. Come again and see me
What is thy name, so that may re-
member thee?'
He cast look Of mingled depreca-
ton and amusement at Amy's retreat.
ing figure and answered distinctly.
Harding. Tom Harding, from Tonnes
see.
Amy did not appear at supper that
night. and Miss Ford in answer 10 MIR
Harding question said briefly that She
was tired
= As they sat in their room that oven
lhg. they heard the twaug Of olIifar
in the pariOr below, and -n9fcfrs ~
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