Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1886-09-11

heard Mr.. Qualtrough say to dim, shad-
owy figure. The voice was low, and such
as comes when a mans inner self is trem-
| bling.
Doyle made light answer. Men do an
swer lightly, even when perhaps the grav-
| est question of their life is fighting for its
| answer within them. He pushed his arms
| into his coat sleeves, and all at once he
found that in crushing down the rising
fame of Meta's dress he had got his hand
burned.
a week hence the young men had to go
away from Man.
Willie Qualrough was to drive them to
Douglas on the morrow, so as to be in time
for the boat. 4 good hours drive this was
| friends had strolled over the fields from his
fathers house; they would naturally say
good-by TO the girls and the Qualtroughs
of Brae Hill.
Again it was a summer night, again the
girls were wandering about the old garden.
Meta was aloft in the lookout" Kate was
below meeting the young men, Nessie was
chasing white butterfly.
Doyle Philipson had, many days back,
come to the solution of one grave question;
but, not being rich man, and being hon
orable to what some folks might call an ex-
IRENE degree, he had commanded himself
to hide the love he had for Meta Quail
trough. Nay, he it was who had hastened
the departure from the island because, see
ing Meta day after day, he could not keep
eye and tongue in cool obedience.
And the sweet, lazy hours of evening had
come, and Meta had CHANGED to be aloof.
and the others had CHANGED to drift into
the company Of each other-who talks of
chance?
The would-be matter of fact young artist
was mastered. He told his story, and all
his wise commands were scattered to the
winds.
What they two said only the night heard
1t was an old story made new. and there is
always golden originality about the tell
ing of these old-new stories.
Meta and Doyle were coming down from
the lookout; y the rest were in a group.
1t is arrant nonsense, Kate, for you to
drive into Douglas at such an hour" So
spoke Willie Qualtrough, the girls cousin.
He and Kate often squabbled, cousins do
do so.
Thanks" she pouted "but I'll judge
best for myself. 1 have shopping, and the
shops are fresh in the morning"
" That are they; and the shopmen are
sleepy"
you shall wake them up for me, -
she was persistent "Ohl Williel"
The cry had actually trembling in it.
Kate made little start and again sec
ond start, or rather droop, backward to
Willie's side.
Eth that's done!" Willie was a master
full cousin; he made no ado, but drew
Hates hand within his arm. =" He told me
he shouldn't do it till next year. when he's
coming again"
ooh, Williew Hates vocabulary was
growing stunted.
And now at's-all-moonshine. Do
you mean you never saw it?"
Dear-how could I?' She was cling
ing to Willie in a way that her cousin I'M
mistakably approved.
y
Before another midsummer day came
round there were two Miss Qualtroughs the
less at Brae Hill.
Doyle Philipson does not, so much as
heretofore, parade his matter in fact, and
he is going TO make his Academy fame, so
he says, by a picture which shall have
fairy worship for its motive. There is go
ing in next year marvel of Saxon
maiden, golden haired Saxon maiden, by
a rocky shore, wearinga golden-hued mari
gold. The critics say it is beautiful.
It's Meta.-AH the Year Round.