Daily Republican., 1885-06-05

like youre, Miss Ches8ingtOn. She does
not know Ct your arrival, or she would
not"
i. Mamma, mamma" cried a CAV
voice, - the song suddenly broke off
In tho middle, and the singer peered
into the next room In quest Of the lady,
whore are you? want 10 ask you
when are our boarders to arrive? For
intend going over to Cousin Bertha's
to stay while they are here"
Lettyl"
Mrs. Greyson's face was crimson,
bat Of course Lefty could not see 1t.
"Oh, you needn't scold, mammal
love !" the CHEEKY voice went on. al
hate tops and dandies, and know that
Guy Chessington must be one. Here
I've come home for nice, quiet vaca-
ton, and you've gone and spoiled 1t all,
by taking couple Of strangers for the |
summer. Mamma, L"
Here the door was thrown open, and |
q slim figure in white linen dress
danced into the roOm-a girl with her
hands full Of roses. She had piquant,
saucy, brunette face, great, mischievo
dusky eyes, and mass of black curls
tied back from the low white brow with
a bit Of scarlet ribbon. The words died
upon her lips, the sweet face flushed
painfully, AZ she came to startled halt;
then:
miss Chessington, allow me to pre-
sent my daughter. Lefty, Mr.. Guy
Chessington %
The indignant flush had hardly time
to fade out of Guy Chessington's face,
for though man may be utterly devoid
of vanity (and there never existed such
one yet, on this earth, imagine), he
does not fancy being termed top or a
dandy. A cold, stern expression set-I
tied over his handsome features as he
acknowledged the introduction. Lefty 8
eyes met his defiantly; a silent chal-
lenge passed from the dusky eyes to the
soft dark blue orbs before her, aud war
was declared between Lefty Greyson
and Guy Chessington-" war to the
knife"
After that he saw very little of the
young lady. He learned that she was an
artist by profession--a hard working
artist who had her studio in the city from
which he and his sister had Just arrived
and she had returned to her country
home for few few weeks hard-earned
vacation. So carefully did she avoid
the young man for the next fortnight,
that Guy began TO believe that she had
hoA vi kutIK AWAY
into execution. Then, Just as he was
beginning to make up his mind that
was the case, he encountered her one
day walking alone in cool, shady nook
in the woods, perhaps half mile from
the old farmhouse. He turned and
lifted his hat. The young lady bowed
coldly. and moved hastily onward.
Evidently she had no desire to continue
the acquaintance with Mr.. Chessington.
He stopped short, gazing after the elem
der figure for moment, his eyes flash
ing.
" 1t is 1 who have a right to be often
ded-not she - he muttered angrily.
" She shall not drop me in that way"
Guy Chessington-a favorite in socie
ty, where fair ladies were won't to con.
tend for his favor-realized for the irst
time in his life what iJ was to be slight
ed and treated with cool contempt. He
felt that he ought to reciprocate in like
fashion, but somehow he found it quite
Impossible. Instead, he passed his idle
hours In dreams of Miss Greyson, and
one night astonished himself by the rec
collection that he had not thought OF
Marian Lyell once all that day. For
there had been no room for her in his
heart, so full had it become of Lefty
IGreyson. Yet he felt that 1t was foolish
and mere waste of time to think of heI
lat all.
One day Guy was taking o solitary
stroll through the woods, his gun upon
his shoulder, when suddenly, turning q
bend In the green path, he came upon 8
scene that froze the blood in his veins
Under Incorporating elm. tret
stood Lefty Greyson, looking like 8
| Iutp t,rA NE a IT,. To- III IL
Her face was CHASTITY white, and hel
ldark, horror-dilated eyes fixed full
upon dog-a wild eyed, ferociou.
! creature. standing before her in 8
threading attitude, growing hoarsely 81
he prepared to spring upon the defense
less girl. His red, blood.shot eyes, end
lopen mouth, from which the whit.
foam was slowly oozing, told the whole
story. The dog was mad.
Trembling with horror, Guy crep'
around to the right of the girl raising
, mis- gun, he took aim at the maddened
animal and fired. But his agitation
was so great that his trembling hand
missed the mark, and the dog was
merely wounded.
With q mad howl of rage and pair
the creature turned toward the young
man, his red eyes glazing fiendishly
his horrible jaws wide open.
Lefty Greyson darted forward and
threw her arms about Guy, pale and
painting.
sob, my love, my lovel" she sobbed
wildly.
He put away her clinging arm,
Iquickly, lifted the rifle once more to hi.
shoulder, took deliberate aim and fired
A mad howl of agony, the dog rolled
over and over, and then lay still In
. death.
Lefty sank upon a messy log and
IGuietly swooned away.
She opened her eyes to find her head
pillowed upon the breast of her preser
yer. He stopped and pressed his lips to
her shin ing hair.
Is 1t yes or no, Lefty darling?" be
whispered softly. have loved you
80 loDg-ever since the day that You
called me fop and dandy--and
j."
Her hand was upon his lips with an
imperious little gesture.
Hush p she cried, "you shall not
! remind me of my own absurd blunders
Come, let Us 60 home"
"No, not until you have answered
my questions. Will you be my wife,
Lefty? Surely you do not hate me
For l saw love in your beautiful eyes
my clearinghouse now, when thai hor
, rid brute"
He paused she was shuddoring vic.
llently, her face idden in her iitt!'
hands.
But he bent his head, and caught The
4 whispered:
Il Yes"
Then, with an upward glance from