The Penn's Grove record., 1884-07-05

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reached the silver ribbon of a stream,
| dignifed by the name Of the Brawl.
Echo knelt down on the bank and dab
| bled her pretty white hands in the wa
ter. and gazing upward from underneath
the shady brim of her hat, to see how
her companion liked the picture, she
| discovered that he was looking at her
| with an intensity which, however fiat
| tering it may have been, was not very
agreeable. Suppose we try our luck
at fishing" she suggested, and with
the aid of two crooked pins and some
string, this frivolous pair amused them
selves for at least half an hour, sue
ceeding, at last, in landing one very
small minnow and a crawish
Zone OF the Brawl's fine points is
| its abundance of fish," said Lancelot,
sinking lazily down into the grass be-
side Echo, to rest from his laboTs.
'sWhat is your chief employment in
Riverport, Miss Echo ?"
81 don't know exactly arching her
eyebrows. eve read novels, watch the
passing steamboats,, occasionally 60
boating, and dawdle vERY much. That
is the sum of our daily lives. Blythe
| by, our party must wonder what has
become Of us, Sir Lance1ot"-laughing
a little as she rose, and looking over her
shoulder at the lazy figure on the clover
Hadn't we better go 2'
"Stand just in that attitude for five
minutes, please" said the knight,
springing up with sudden animation
81 want to put You in a sketch-just so;
the attitude is perfection )" and he pro
| duced his sketch book, going to work
with great energy. AT last he finished
it, and she was free to change her tire
some position, as he gave his picture a
I few last touches, writing echo" in a
corner where it would not be noticed.
l wonder if he has it yet-the arch,
innocent face with its half wIstful, half
hooking expression, and the bright
head crowned with a flower-wreathed
hat.
1--WE must go now" exclaimed she,
breaking the irksOme silence.
son not yet" pleaded Sir LanCelot,
cit is so pleasant here"
'EI'm tired of staying %alone," pro-
tested the wilful girl whereupon the
knight said, with a reproaChful look:
"AlOne | must have been very stupid
But Miss Tudor had her own way, as
was generally the case, regardless of any
one else's pleasure.
When they returned they found the
party grouped in various attitudes UNI
der the trees. "Where have you been?"
was the question with which they were
greeted.
skipping pebbles in the Brawl," an
sWered Lancelot promptly.
intellectual amusement" sneered
the sardonic Reginald.
"Well, but we were studying the
habits of insects, such as mosquitoes and
gnats, Mr.. Browne" demonstrated
Echo, trying to look solemn. Reginald
ssgabR%5stiddesal, ol and the ,graccelle less. couple Sog5l.
Presently they heard Reginald's voice
say, "And so you are a p%oetess, Miss
Lavender ?"
Yes" replied the poetess confident
tally, 81 have written poems on THE
Death of Columbus and The Rose and
Observation-Disclosures ="
''She must have exhausted those
themes" commented Echo.
"What a varied genius !" was the
knights equally unkind reply.
AS the day wore on, Echo neglected
Lancelot, flirting shamefully with Vic
tor, who was in the seventh heaven of
dellght-a proceeding at which Lance
lot grew justly indignant, and tried to
revenge himself, and pique Echo, by
flirting with Lucy, casting the most
tender glances, signing, etc, all the
time secretly hoping Echo was watch
ing him but finding that she coolly
ignored his attempts, he ended by grow
ing extremely sulky. Meanwhile, Echo,
who was as capriciouS and as hard to
catch as her namesake, was amusing
herself very pleasantly she smiled
Sweetly, and eve went to the length of
giving Victor a flower tied with a knot
of blue ribbon, which he Immediately
kissed and put into his pocket.
"Oh, you silly Victorp' sighed she,
rather softly.
Il am no sillier than any other fell
low would be under the circumstances"
said Nictor-Echo raised her eyes, and
for a moment looked into his face, then
dropping her long lashes, she bent her
bright head, and affected to arrange her
flowers.
what an awful tlirt that girl is p
NhutShI S4dlCciOu SlOOulliS.
No man cares how much of a nirt a
girl is, so long as she turns her atten-
lions to himself but TO o does
she toss him a smile, and cry, "1u re-
cor, monsieur I" then what saws his
lordship Y-"What a shameful flint she
is Pr
When the time came for their return
home, Lancelot and Victor each begged
to be allowed to carry Miss Tudor's
basket of flowers.
(which shall l choose p" she asked.
looking from one to the other, in pretty
perpleXity you, Victor ~ giving him
the basket with her brightest smile, re-
gardleSs of Sir Lancelot's tragic glance.
The four lovers fell behind the rest, lin
gering to whisper and ioiter as
only lovers know how. AS the party
neared Echo'S home, Victor was
obliged to tear himself away, as Mark
Townsend wished to speak to him Cor
a moment !" SO Lancelot was left to
carry the flowers. Nellie ami her lover
strolled along further ON, and the two
were alone at the gate.
"GOOd night she half Whisupre1-