The Abilene reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1883-1888, 1884-10-09

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80, no. His numbering is in West
Virginia millions of acres of cherry.
They came yesterday Fanny is &
trump.
''Humph," sneered Ellington. s
1--WE shall probably encounter the
goddess at the Chicago resort. YOg
know what we are. Ellington, don't
you? We are 'resorters.' Not travel
ers, or tourists, or summer-boarders
we are .resorters.' It's worth coming
for, to be so definitely classified, ism
it?"
"Cragmore, 1 half knew that was q
Kentucky girl. Our Northern women
never have that soft fire about them
that warm Incidence that is so much
more alluring than energy
1.-The boy hadn't much warm indo-
lence about him. expected. in spite
of all could do, he'd have us over
turned"
Think" pursued Ellington, ignor-
ing his friends remark. sof a Chicago
girl of that class bounding out of Mar
shall Fields like panther out of a
Jungle, getting over that pavement in
three or four strides, opening her own
carriage door and banging it after her.
I've seen it. Think OF the sculptor who
has it on his hands to perpetuate this
| generation-this age-in marble"
Il feel the better for my exercise.
Quite an adventure, wasn't it Eding-
TOM"
''The cynicism of the one meeting no
response from the breezy cheeriness of
the other they finished the rest of their
morning walk without further words
On entering the wide halls of the
Chicago Clubhouse the first person
they encountered was Johnny. He
greeted Cragmore: ''Hello."
Hello answered Cragmore, reach
ing him a hand.
Fanny said l wasn't to ask you to
take ME out on the lake again, but L
wish you would"
I'm due time-perhaps," said Crag-
more
A blooming, dark-eyed matron
seated at table in the reading-room
called out: ''My son, come here"
"When is due time'?" persisted
Johnny.
Johnny, my dear boy" remon-
! strated the matrOn, hurrying forward.
Mamma, this is the gentleman who
| invited me to 90 boating this morning."
said the ingenious little wretch.
She bowed with winning frankness to
them both.
Il had full account of it, and I'm
afraid Johnny was troublesome" she
said, laying a caresSing hand on the
boys close cropped head, as if to ask
their indulgence.
johnny needs some training, mad
anne, before he should be trusted out
alone"
"You We're very kind to crafty him
this morning. He came back full of
information about bow and stern
and 'rudder' -
Il shall be glad to give him further
lessons" said Cragmore, as she led the
boy away. ...
"ln heavens name, Cragmore, why
will YOU commit yourself to such task
just for the sake of a moments polite
ness?" groaned Ellington.
I'm sure don't know" he laughed.
That mornings encounter was but
one of series. The RoscoeS liked out
door life heartily. They had not left
the city's heat and smoke to drOne
or shut themselves in. Within judi
ciOus limits they made friends. and it
was not many days before Ellington
and Cragmore were included in their
lake parties, picnicS and excursions.
Besides, they managed to discover a
link of distant cousinship, which
bridged all conventional scraples.
Cragmore was the omnivorously use
ful element in all their outings. He
was the end of the law to Johnny; Miss
Fannie preferred his escort to any other
when she went sketching; he could
pack a hamper, draw cork, boil cof-
fee over twig fire, and could be bitten
by mosquitoes without swearing. No
wonder he was in demand.
Ellington relaxed in marked degree.
and but forthe inveterate Johnny would
have found a spice of something quite
like Zest in this barbariSm. But the
boy was his adherence: he went so far
as to say an accidental drowning in that
family would be q boon. His shrill
treble was sure to put Ellington to rout
whenever an interview with the lovely
sister was at its most piquant phase.
Cragmore watched what he deemed
the infatuatiOn of his friend with sup
pressed amusement, but wisely refrained
from rallying him upon it. Weeks went
by-idle weeks of luxurious hardship,
of pleasure brought by rough labor, of
sailing, rowing, fishing, tenting, and
horseback riding. Miss RoScoe's face
was almost hazel nut color: Ellington
found unexpected muscles in his trained
body, and something of the Granger or
frontiersman seemed to incruSt his we'll
greaved figure; Cragmore grew negli-
gent about shaving, and his shapely
hands looked knucklel and hard as
granite; indeed, they had all lapsed back
the ebb ola wave toward the aboriginal.
But at length, almost imperceptibly,
the season waned. The evenings grew
chill; more blankets for their beds at
night, heavier wraps for the day. The
shores of the lovely inland lakes blazed
with color. A smoky haze tempered
the sun. The crickets piped of frost.
The summer was gone. The city's rest
less finger bockOned them back to
Change, to desk, to opera, theater,
ball, and rout.
Zone more picnic more hot cof-
fee in the woods" begged ELLINGTON,
who had so hated picnicS.
Mrs. Roscoe made readt
Where shall it be?"
''AS far from everything and every
body Is possible. In the wilderness"
"We'll have tug take US half way
up to the Jordan, leave us, and come
for us at night" decided Mrs. Roscoe.
1t was done, The day was the per-
lection of smoky hush and warmth.