The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1884-10-11
4 VAGRANT.

He looks Ike tramp; come inside
the gate, Lula"
''Nonse nse; he won't hurt me Maybe
hes hungry. Tramps are always hungry,
aren't they. Fay? I'll offer him somc>
thing TO cat. ~
You'll do nothing Of the sort, unless
You want to have me report gen to Uncle
Howard. What is it to You whether or
not the fellow is hungry? Let him work
for his bread if he wants it, Come in
side"
But Lula did not heed her cousins
command; she was the younger, aud far
the more girlish of the two, who were or
phan nicces and wards of Howard Vaughn;
Fay was stately, fair beauty, with cold
blue eyes and faultlesS features, lacking
but one thing warmth Of expression:
she had fine full figure, and generally
wore siivery blues and white; could droop
her white lids very becomingly, and quote
the most sentimental poetry in very
telling way; but, somehow, although
called q beauty, and very much admired,
Miss Fay Castor saw no prospect of HAYS
ing more than admiration laid at her
pretty feet, much to her annoyance. Yet
the fine old homestead within sight of her
uncles farm house was the property of a
young man said to be very handsome,
very cultivated and single she had not
seen him in some years, owing to her
own absence at q first class seminary and
his at college, which was followed by Il
tour Of some length in foreign lands. He
was expected back to reign over his in
hcritanCe very soon, and Miss CASTOR
spent many hours is visions of the com
ing time when he would fall before her
| charms as grain before the reaper.
Lula was not Mt all like her cousin.
She had laughing red lips eyes of hazel
brown, clear olive complexion
which she took no particular care-and
nut brown locks" She was warm
hearted. impulsive little thing, who took
no care for the morrow, and was as bright
a human sunbeam as ever shone in a
| quaint old farmhouse and | have OhScrv~
cd, my reader, that in our farmhouse are
many sweet sunbeamS, giving their light
| touches to lives which otherwise would
be too gloomy.
Uncle Howard was neither particularly
kind, nor yet particularly unklnd to his
orphan nieccs; if he had favorite it was
Lula; but he certainly thought Fay very
beautiful and very stately, and was rather
proud of her
The man who was walking YEARLY
along the country road certainly looked
as though he had travelled many miles on
foot. His clothing was soiled and stained
his face weary, and deeply traced by time
or sOrrOw-thOsc two who trace so mucl
alike. Lula watched him pityingly stand
ing just outside the gate; but Fays beau
tiful face became coldly naughty, and hel
red lips curled scornfully as he stopped
and inquired respectfully if he was going
toward LeetOwn-"
yes" Lula told him kindly, "the vii
lage was a mile below"
Il am tired and weak the man said
wiping perspiration from his forehead
with his hand and leaning YEARLY agains
Zone of the trees near Lula. '1f you de
not mind, Miss, ! will rest here mo-
ment.'
There is a scat inside" Lula said
while Fay turned away silently.
| Come in" opening the gate, ''and i
you will wait | will bring you a glass o
milk
"You are very kind to homeless wan
derer," the man responded, his eyes light
. ing as he obeyed her and passed through
to the cool shadows within, where Lul
motioncd him to rustic bench. He hat
not reached it, however, before Fay hat
turned back, She swept toward him lik
fair vision, but there was neither an
gelic pity nor womanly feeling in he
beautiful face. The man lifted his rag
gcd hat as she neared him, and looked a
her with weary eyes, which had no effcc
r on Fay CASTOR.
! ave do not entertain Migrants, sh
said, angrily; you will oblige me by go
ing your way. do not know what pos
g sesses you, Lula turning to her cousin
e "to notice every idle creature who come
along; this folly is unexcusable.'
The man flushed darkly and replace
his hat; in perfect silence he bowed t
: her and was turning again to the gat
when Lula. with flashing eyes, steppe
o lightly toward him and laid her hand o
his arm.
1--WE have equal rights here she an
2 l." she said warmly. you are my guest
Do not"
o But the man bent his lips to the GIRLS
hand on his arm, freed himself of it, anC
drawing up his form to a dignity wbic
;, had seemed impossible, faced Fay. An
0 there was something in his bearing an
o in his face. travel stained and weary as Ii
surely was, which made the beauty rathC
shrink
e ''Vagrant is not pleasant word o
I fair lips, lady" he said quietly; ''ant
g while am weary, and have travelled fa
which has left me weaker than usua
: owing to recent illness. yet l fancy
}, knowledge of my name would cause you
Il be more courteous Then he turnedto Ii
la, with a smile which made his haggar
face handsome 1--WE will meet again
y he said, simply; he was YEARLY toilin
e along the sun scorched road, while FL
e was looking after him trifle blank,