The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1885-07-09
She looked a little pale and wearied,
and Harry noticed that her hands


teaching all those great girls" he
SAID. "I should dearly like to hear
you recite something yourself"
The eyes which looked into 'spretty
Mss Barker's," were frank and adj
miring.
At this moment, his sister came up
to them. She looked cold, and drew
her brother aside. She had left Lydia,
who had recently joined her, and
wanted her brother to come to them.
"Lyd," said she, sis only a teacher
in the school, Hal. Come with u.s."
"You will have to excuse me for
the present." said Hal. who saw that
others were making their way to Miss
Barker's seat, "unless you and Lydia
will join us, for l like Miss Barker
very much. She is a perfect lady,"
And Hal kept his word. He kept
BY the little teachers side for the rest
of the evening, much to Lydia's cha
grin.
Tell me, where will you spend
your vacation?" he asked at parting.
She colored as she replied:
"I'm going to a very lonely place IN
the country, and shall spend the time
in working very hard"
"But why not rest?" he added; 'you
need rest, surely. ''Tell me them"
ne added, "where you will 60, that I
may hope 20 see you again?"
She shook her head.
cit is best not" she said.
"What" he exclaimed; shave |
chen treated you SO badly hat you
will never see me again."
Miss Barker's eyes fell, and again
the warm color came over cheek and
forehead.
"There is a lady who was once very
kind to me-" she said, who lives very
humbly among the mountains of Cum
berland, and | am going to spend my
summer with her. In the autumn L
hope to begin a new phase of my art.
You see l am poor, Mr.. Quintard, and
depend upou my exertIons for a liV-
ing"
She looked straight into her COM
panion's eyes as she spoke, and Harry
Quintard read there both determine
ton and pride. The expression in
cluded something else, too. 1t said,
''YOu know now my circumstance,
and also that l wish you to know
them"
Harry's eyes, however, faltef-
ed beneath hers. They grew earnest
and ardent.
'Wlll you give me the name of the
placer" he asked gravely, and yet in
a pleading voice.
She wrote the address upon a small
card and gave it to him.
1t was a month later that Harry
Quintard entered the parlor of one of
the most fashionable hotels in Kes-
wick.
1t was a popular resort among the
lake tourists, and tonight there was a
grand reception going on.
Music and %recitations were tc be fol-
lowed by dancing in the ballroom.
Someone was singing as ne went in,
and presently a murmur ran through
the throng as a lady, young, fair as
the morn and graceful as a willow, was
led forward and received with a greet
ing of warm applause.
What was there about this charming
vision that sent Harry's blood tingling
through his veins with a wild pleasure
able thrill?
Sleeping or waking he had scarcely
once lost his fair face from his mental
sight since last they had met.
Yet-what could this meanP This
brilliant entree among people of
wealth and POSITION? He had thought
again and again of their meeting. He
had fancied all kinds of rural scenes
places isolated and beautiful, yet wild
withai, with none but himself to ad-
mire the charming face and form that
had so bewitched him; but to meet her
thus, surrounded by an eulogic crowd
indeed he had never thought of.
Later he made his way to her side.
She had not forgotten him, that was
plain. Nay, more, Harry saw that the
surprise was also a pleasure.
The rosebud face with Its spirituelle
light, was lifted to his, above her
of pale blue, and Harry knew
that the excitement of her success
made her radiant, yet under all that
the young man felt there lurked a
deeper pleasure at their meeting.
81 gave some recitations in the town
near where l was stopping" said Linda
Barker, in explanation; Il saw the
minister there, and he arranged to
give me the church." The form of
the young artist grew dignifed and
grave as she thus recorded her bust
mesa proceedings. ''The people who
heard me were SO kind as to invite me
to recite for them, and so it happens I
anu here. 1 shall be kept very busy, l
trust, this summer"
Mr.. Quintard looked down in open
admiration of this darling young girl
with her baby face.
Chen l am to be cheated out of
those coveted woodland rambles. l
have been counting upon them ever
we parted"
Linda smiled.
elf you knew my history, Mr.. Quin-
lard. you would say that L was not,
born for my present surround
"They become you so well that
could never think that" he re-
Piled.
They were now away from the
crowd.
Linda" he said, ''before 1 leave
you tonight l want you to promise
me something. I want you to
nrnu;So Won will marry ma in tho on