Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1885-01-09
GLENBI1RNIE.

"Do you suppose she will come to.
day 2" asked Beatrix Browne.
cot course she will come." said MIR.
Herschel Hubert Browne. "Why
shouldn't she?"
ooh, how can tell ?" cried impatient
Beatrix. 1.-THE train must have been
in long ago And oh, me here is the
barouche coming back without her!"
Mr.. Herschel Hubert Browne was
handsome, fashionably dressed young
man, with a big diamond on his little
finger and conventional smirk on his
countenance. Miss Beatrix, his sister,
was an artificial dap Il, costumed after
the latest Paris plat and their mother,
Mrs. Bethunc Brow4.>, was a stylish
widow, who kept up q great deal of ap~
pearance Ca very little solid founda
tion.
IF Herschel and Trix can only con-
trive to make good matches we shall
ride triumphantly over all these diff
culties," said she, complacently fam
! ming herself with jeweled Spanish
fan. So she had rented "G]enburnie, I"
a pretty summer residence, engaged
first class French cook, given a most
! liberal order to the milIiner and dress
maker, and issued invitations to num-
, Der Of friends to pass the summer with
! her.
"The only mistake I made" said
! Mrs. Browne, was in coming to a
place where my girlhood was spent. 1t
stopping one to ask if succeeded in
that school-teaching venture, or that
speculation in taking boarders, or to be
told by red faced old women I hold my
years wonderfully WE'LL"
But Mrs. Bethune Browne and her
son and daughter were doomed to lone
Illness that afternoon. Miss Harper,
the New York heiress, had not come, as
she was expected, by the afternoon
/! train; and as the Bethune Brownies
were not people who ever took es-
pecial pains to entertain each other
the evening did not pass away in unmit-
igated bliss.
/ Miss Harper, however, had come.
The only mistake she had committed
was in leaving the train at Pine Bluff
station instead of Pine Hill station.
But how was she, born New Yorker.
whose antecedents were only Of Fifth av
enue and Twenty third street, to dis
criminate between these puzzling simil-
arlties?
She looked around at the pine thick
cts; she listened with vague misgiv-
ing to the rush Of the pebbly brook in
the copse; she glanced appealngly at
the ticket agent, who was rolling some
barrels Of lime along the platform,
toward the freight-room.
lis there no one here to meet me?"
she asked. "I am Miss Harper, from
New York."
The ticket agent looked at the sky,
down at the daises, and then at the
forlorn stranger.
| Il don't see no one," said he.
II am to go to the Brownes," said
she.
1.-The Brownies, eh ?" said the agent.
! YES" she said, eagerly, 1.-The
Brownies"
"They don't live such piece up the
/ road" said the agent, still considering
an especial daisy bud, whose soft, white
fringe was just opening to the sun
shine. II guess likely you might walk.
Anyhow, there ain'tno other way to
60"
/ Miss Harper's heart beat exultantly.
cup The road?" said she.
''That thar" and the agent nodded
! toward distant mountain side.
"Ah, said Miss Harper, lis it very
| lonely?"
"Bless you, no. said the agent
"There's as many as three houses with
in the mile, not countin' the sawmill."
'And I can leave my trunk here to
be sent for?"
"Oh, yes" said the agent
So Melicent Herper walked, French
boots, Paris hat, tiny mushroom parasol
and all.
Tt was little cottage; the very poetic,
picturesque cottage of her girlhood's
dreams, with caves reaching nearly to
the ground, wildernesses of woodbine,
morning glories and scarlet runners
wreathing it around, and latticed WIN
dow panes; and at the door there stood
young man, the handsomest she had
ever seen.
"Am I living the pages Of story
book9" Melicent asked herself; "and
is this the enchanted prince?"
And then she came forward, smiling,
yet timid.
II am Miss Harper from New York, )"
said she II have come to visit you.
| We're you not expecting me?"
The gentleman looked puzzled.
"No," he said.
| "Then you never got my letter."
"Never, " said the enchanted prince.
II wrote to Miss Browne"
"Did you?" with somo surprise.
"How provoking" said Melicent,
reddening,, and biting her 'ripe-red
cherry OF lip. "But I hope you are
glad to see me?"
Eyes, indeed, we are," said Harry
| Brown, instinctively polite. as he open
ed the door wide to admit the fair
stranger: EDO come in. Marian" to
some one beyond, there's Miss Harper,
from New York, come to see you. She
wrote us from New York, but, of course,
the letter never reached u.s."
Marian, a slim, dark-eyed young Di-
ana, looked quite as bewildered as her
brother had previously done. 81
'"You are welcome, J" she said! 2 lease
come up to my room and take off your
things" %>. r.. g. ii ~ .:. !
It was the tiniest OF little rooms,
Iii feet, the cottage itself looked to Nell.