The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-02-14
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sh |. fs;sksfnily dan heren exclaimed 1s;,;am Crsewick, with her st Diana bow . .Ta month stretched in . most presen- ,;eus vswn. q islthere nothing here bul s,ochetwor wild strawberries and tea parties Miriam vas tha. very misrepresentation oi Aar IeNish name-sRM and dark, with creamy compilations and eyes ihat seemed so meit and s&siaI like stars kidink away ia shady springs. And she wore soff, sseeping roAes sahak fea arcnzsd. her in statucsque fslds, .and moved D vith the ,Iow, royal eEace ota Hehrew queen, 90 that Constance DaIe looked up to her vith giriish admiration as the incarnation of all fhss was radiant in wosAanhood. a
 "But thougheyou came here so- ress and recruit afier tke winAeF's dissipation, Miriam,n said Constance. 7f1ss7.e is
 sSoI did, but l don't mean actually to stagnate if can help it."
 Cofstanee looked paxzled. Miss Cres- wick laughed. s~s ! n ai ssSt7'''# #
 aThe dear, unsophissicated little fairy P she cried, gayiy. "The sewing circle and . portfolio of embroidery patterns may be enough for you, but won't suffice for me. must have filtration or i've to spice the monotony."
 But l thought, Miriam, that Judge Dalton's son--1 ~ #s sfa 't
 Stuff and nonsensep interrupted Miriam, with good-humored imperious- ness. "Of course Pm to marry Percival Dalton some day-or at least so the elders say-and I've no doubt he's very fine young man."
 ooh, Miriam, you do not mean that you have never seen him"
 "Why are yon 90 hofnfesi at that p asked Miss Creswick, half turning, SO as to fasten q spray of rosebuds ia her mid night dark hair. @We aren't engaged, nor shall we be. probably, until it is as- certained whether or not shall suit my lord. He's rich and he's handsome, fl report be true, and that's pretty much all l care for" aes ssse.
 "And when does he return from Eu- rope~ asked Constance, in bfeathless interest. .s4f.t
 In September, suppose. Come Conny, don't you want to walk down to the postofice3 I'm so tired of doing nothing"
 The two girls had just emerged from the shady line upon the quiet country road, when tall young man of the fair. haired Saxon style ef face passed them, carelessly dofing his cap to Constance Dale.
 "Who is that, Con ?" whispered Miss Creswick, turning her stately head to look after the vanishing figure.
 "Mr. Egerton's nephew, Percy Wylde."
 "The parsons nephew? How hand somshe is Why didn's you introduce him ?. .s,sr.zs,. ..5'.-..- .#...=
 "Shall call him back2" asked Miss Dale, laughing.
 Nonsense. Is he villager?"
 No; he is here for few weeks, en- toying our fine scenery and delicious mountain air" a
 "Gocd,n said Miriam, nodding her head. "We can help amuse each cther.s
 MKiam," cried Constance, with q face that was really shocked, "you would not flirt with him merely for pastime p
 "To be sure ] would Laughed Miriam. Don't be fool Conny-mcn are our natural prey, just as we are theirs"
 And she only made fun of poor Con- stances indignant remonstrances.
 T hope he won't speak to you, that's all" said Constance.
 "You're not in love with him yourself, cara Y laughingly demanded Miriam.
 "Ofcourse no" flashed out Constance, with flaming, cheeks; "only do not like to see any creature, whether brute or human, cruelty hunted down."
 It won't hurt him." said Miriam, dryly.
 And true to her word, she did not al. low tweoty-four hours to elapse before she got acquainted with the parsons good-lookihg nephew.
 Apparently MT. Wylde was quite ready for firtation-and to speak the truth it would have been rather difficult to avoid falling into Miss Creswick's enchantingly- spread snares. Picnics, boaiing parties and dreamy rambles up thG mountain side, all conspired to aid the sirens plans, while Constance loekc0 on, gyieved and troubled, and sorely anxious to warn Percy Wylde against the pitfalls he was so surely nearing.
 But what can say ?" sighed poor little Constance Dale. Miriam is 90 beautiful and so fascinating, while am nothing but Q country girl p
 So the time passed on, until the ripe, fall beauty of the summertide was at it's height, and Mks Creswick was packing her trunks to join her aunt at Cape May.
 "Of course, 1t has been very charming here,n she said, as she sat on the old farm house piazza in the moonlight the night before her departure; but. one can't dream on in Arcadia forever"
 Pesey Wylde sat silent by her side, and she fAncied that his face looked un- wontedly pale in the moonlight.
 "Then you are determined to go, Miss Creswickf p ssN " aa ,''' io
 must" she answered, infusing a be- witching softness into her voice. My future fate is to be at Cape May next week. .nsz.2tli as i9 est
 Your fatea" sa5 rH s.ae 4s
 "The man whom suppose am to msny," Miriam added, carelessly. .o.
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