Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1884-04-24
water-soaked burden.

into as close compass as possible, but
toned it, and then used it as a cane
els this the way to Board of Trade
Glen?" she asked. with a mischievous
glance.
"Quite the opposite entirely opposite.
But-shal we go there?' halting. and
half eager to carry out his first purpose.
"Oh. no. I think I prefer the omen
beach. It would be like a stroll under a
street-sprinkler to walk in the woods
now"
Chow is the headache, Miss Shep-
herd?" moving along gravely after this
rebuff.
A sudden expression swept over her
face that looked to him like guilt. He
directly felt a suspicion, half angry. half
helpless, that he had been put off all day
from seeing her by mere hackneyed
plea-a sort of feminine professional es-
cape.
Before she could answer, he added:
"Oh, it has served its purpose, prob
ably, and died, like any other ephem-
era"
To have him grabbed usually amused
Miss Shepherd; to. have him ironical
froze her into Indifference; but this di-
rect assumption that she had been sham
ming gave her unWonted pain.
The truth was, she had walked in the
morning with the headache, and sent
him message to that effect when he had
desired to see her at an unreasonably
early hour. But it had passed off and
she had quite forgotten that it had ever
been.
"Do you think that headache is a
part of my stock in trade ?" she asked,
with high color.
ooh, no! forgive me, of course I don't.
If did think that, it would be to class
you with all other women in that par
ticular. And in no particular are you
like any other woman"
That was making amends with a ven
geance. Silence followed the speech.
isn't this too much effort for you, Miss
Shepherd this battle with the wind?''
after pause.
ooh, no; 1 like it."
"But if you were to take my arm I am
sure that it would steady you until we
get in the lee of that wood then it will
be very much easier"
Il do very well alone, thank you"
"H'm-m!''
els this a favorite promenade, Miss
Shepherd? should think it might be
fine exercise to walk here when the sand
is deep and dry. It must come over
ones snoe-tops, and is as unstable as
a woman's temper"
"Is that your strongest smile, Mr.
Manchester W
"I do not think Of anything at present
that would strengthen it"
81 do walk here, frequently. Now and
then meet stray Indian woman. You
have noticed the grace of these squaws
It comes from their preference for the
sand as a promenade. But they gener-
ally carry a basket of fish or a pappoose
on their shoulders, to effect proper bal
ance."
"They are hideous. They don't walk
they plough"
CRY the beach some day yourself, Mr.
Manchester, and see how easy it is to be
graceful"
"'It is easy now, at least" he said, sig
nifcantly glancing at her, really briming
over with compliment, and anxious tC
get below the tart crust of her mood, in
to the lurking places of her sweetest hu-
NOR.
She ignored him.
She halted now, tracing the faint ridges
in the sand, where each outgoing wave
left the record of its journey.
''They are all aspiring" she said, "but
one washes out the trace Of the other
Will luSU DIS nGOlO IuSICJ do l14C4A ShOW u
the wave of their felloWmen."
eff the shore lines were always the
same, this fresh, buOyant lake would be
stagnant pool. We should all die Of it
Better the stirring and rubbing out than
the standing still. Aren't the new wave
marks as graceful as the iold"
Perhaps"
This halfsatirical sparring was one OF
their customs. She seemed specially to
delight in it. He was always glancing
off into personalities personality
but she liked to reflect, and to say per
verse things.
Just then a long-reaching swash came
boldly up and crawled all about her feet
Thanks to the stout boots, she got away
with little wetting; but Manchester was
distressed.
"Your feet are wet, Miss Shepherd"
con the outside-yes."
"Be reasonable. The water must have
crept inside, [ am sure; and it is great
risk"
al get them wet every day. never
suffer from il"
"I have a suspicion that in order to keep
you out of the water, one would have tc
command you to go into it. l am sure
you would go dry-shod all your life L
some one should plead with you tc
wade"
Oh, how she tantalized and vexed
him.
''Really," in a halfinjured tone, "they
are thoroughly dry. run no risk"
Manchester deIiberated before h'
made any further advance. Then, lifting
up the umbrella, and scanning it its en-
tire length, he said, with some exaspera
ton
Chow does it happen that for merel!
one asking am in possession of this ar
ticle2 I should suppose that because
wanted to carry it 1 couldn't have had
on any terms"
ooh, that is easily explained; Yo1
did not want to carry tit was merely
strese of politeness that impelled you t
ask to do it. If you had really Graves
the pleasure, of course, you couldn't hav
had it."
81 hate an umbrella!" he answere,
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