Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1884-07-25

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Y'u '''9he, he rallied his politeness
,. alo lnaae a show Of being very atten-
1--WE to Miss Derringer.
Certainly, if you have rested suai-
'iently he responded. "Allow me to
carry your basket"
And on through the dim. gloom.
'aaoowed path they went; Olive chat
'ilg gaily and easily, as if quite un-
SUSPICIOUS Of her escorts heavy heart.
80 much gainedl" she thought, tri-
umphantly; "and many a heart is
'anght IN the rebound, they say
nuSl make haste slowly, though, and
give Dim chance to get over the old
love before he is on with the new If
everything goes right, l may be 'w)oed
dh married, an a before this season
Is over in spite of Phyllis Trescote's
airs and graces."
Phyllis was sitting at the door of
'he tent which she and her aunt occu-
ped in preference to taking rooms at
one Of the crowded hotels.
1T was so much more romantic, to
say nothing of comfort" said Aunt
Eunice. cat hotel you must do as
the rest do, while in tent you are
Tree as lark You dine when you
please, and not when other folks please;
and when you have company, if the
space is rather limited, it's all the
more cosy Don't you think so, Mr..
Savage?"
Certainly l do" responds Mr.. Saw
age, glancing around the commodious
interior of the tent, which was as pref
tily furnished as any city boudoir
and, moreover, you have the benefit
Of fresh air. Witness Miss Phyllis
cheeks, as blooming as a mountain
daisy"
Phyllis cheeks were flushed, but it
was not the woodland breezes which
had brought the scarlet into them"
She caught sight of Vane Farrar,
scarcely dozen yards distant, with
Olive Derringer clinging to his arm,
her bright face upturned to his, while
he bent his head to hers in very
lover-like attitude
They were lettering slowly home
from the berrying, the half-empty bas
ket on Vane's arm betraying that some
thing besides picking black berries hac
occupied his day.
Not one glance did he vouchsafe
toward the tent where Phyllis sat.
with burning cheeks and wistful dis
appointed eyes.
Three days passed heart-aching
days for two at least of the parties con-
cerned--and then Vane Farrar sudden
ly disappeared from the scene, and
Olive Derringer's hopes were in their
turn doomed to be nipped in the bud,
Tor the time being at least.
But she was not one to give up the
siege without struggle, and when,
two years later, she met Vane in st.
Louis, her coquetries were once more
called into play to aid her in becoming
mistress of his heart and fortune.
"Blackberries! blackberriesl' came
in stentorian tones from a fruit-ped.
dlers wagon.
And Vane Farrar, who was saunter-
ing down the street, felt his nerves
Jingle, and his heart beat like sledge-
hammer For the moment he was
transported to the moss-cushioned
0ank, with Phyllis Trescote's fair face
nali-drooping beneath his gaze.
a few hurried steps, and Vane was
beside the wagon, bargaining for a
O'A OF the purple-ripe fruit.
Ihe old farmer was good,natured
and garrulous.
Mighty fine berries, them is" he
asserted None o yer Lawtons,
sfoWed in a garding. Wild black
berries is better-havored than all yer
tame ones. Fifty cents gallon,
square Hey gallon box?"
DO you gather them yourselfg"
a'Nea Nane, his thoughts still wander
H'8 g That brief episode, when he had
- oe' to gather wild blackberries
"i'h lighter heart than he had known
hen. "'' no" anu
'ether EN- myself? You're right.
aa''e' me an the old woman an the
Duug9lers ~. gethered these, 'ceptin'
- saiioh' Miss Treskit's gal picked"
Alss-Trescote?"
sn,, ane was staring eagerly into the
s'i'.ofoWned face now.
-, ! as returned Farmer Bergamot.
49, nyills Ireskit she gethered some of
81 en- an begged me to sell 'em fur her
=, 'y an mighty pore, her an her aunt.
~. ~ | allus accommodate 'em when !
Nin a.. Git up, Ballym
stop-stopr cried vane. owbera
,,,. NOW tar is it? have a notion to 90
UDa,aekoerrying Ua'' myself. 1 would nav
you We'll, if ''' pay
Won, on' you could go along with me if
win win !, I'm almost sold out now. an
W. W. Os a-starting home in a hour or
". @o, Jump in, squire, if yer a mind nd
~ ana Fane jumped in without wait
= ior second invitation.
And. Two :, gallons I'VE picked to.dav
.,a,4 Aunt Eunice-thatn be a dollar. I
p'9s'y good days work, isn't itg@