The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1886-01-21
HOW IT CAME THERE.


HOW IT CAME THERE.
"Now you will come into my own lit
tie Workshop, and then you will have
got over all the sight seeing,h said Cap.
tain Featherstonhangh; bending ten.
derby towards the lady at his side.
"Preliminaries are very fatiguing,
know, to our Sort" he went one hum
orously. "Introductions to sisters,
aunts and cousins, and all the sugar
and salt that accompanies an EN-.
gagement; beginning with a kiss from
Aunt Miriam, and ending with pres
ent from the house-keeper. Still, we
are getting on very well, you must
allow. You have been here just
let me see." And Captain Feath-
erstonhaugh took out his watch
and looked at the time. "Just two
hours. In that compass you have
been stared up and down by the Mater,
Pater, and future sisters-in-law, and
come through all like a statue. Even
Aunt Miriam's kiss didn't melt you. +"
"I'm very odd, / know" laughed
Miss Boscowitch, tossing aside the
white Russian furs which evelvoped
her. II want new sensation. Tread
people off like story books, and it is
always the same story. The only diff
ference is the binding
~ very well like the binding of this
book" said Captain Featherston-
haugh, still more tenderly.
pretty speeches, said Miss Bos-
cowitch, looking rather absently out
of the window, 'never mean very
r1uch."
"How cold you are," said Captain
Professionalism. zone would think
hat you had had some absorbing at
-achment beiore-only / know that to
be impossible"
"Why impossible?" said Miss Bos.
cowltch, throwing herself into an
American rocking chair, and lazily set
ing it in motion.
Because you would have told me, I"
said he, humbly, II should have liked
you all the better for it,
Miss Boscowitch made no reply,
but turned large emerald ring, which
raced the third finger of her left hand,
rather uncomfortably round and
'ound.
The man who stood before her was
he most desirable of men, and up to
he moment of entering that work
hop-as he chose to call the long, low,
uxuriously-furnished room, which
las appropriated to him at Steppe
asrle-she had believed that the
reams of other days had glided out
II memory's reach. What vibration
rom the wing OF destiny had touched
her now? What mystic chord had
he last few minutes spent in this
Dom set in motion?
They had met at the house of mu-
Eual friend that summer; the mutual
friend being, in this instance, one of
those unselfsh individuals called
natchmakers, aiding and abettlng
he promotion of others happiness
with a beatty satisfaction. And it
was while Donald, the champion
lancer at the Blair Athole games,
was executing a series OF Devil
lering steps, that Captain Feather
,tonhaugh had assured Miss Bosco-
witch of his devotion, and been assured
n his turn of its acceptance. And
now she had come to stay at the ro-
mantle castle of Steppe, in Perthshire,
to be introduced to the family of the
man whom she was about to marry.
did you ever care for anybody be-
iore?" said Captain Featherston-
haugh, still humbly.
did your" said Miss Boscowitch,
with a sudden flash of gaiety.
"You are evading the question:"
said Captain Featherstonhaugh.
my dear Hugh" said Miss Bosco-
witch, laying a very pretty hand on
The young man shoulder, "when was
at school hated Mangnall's questions.
I never could answer one OF them.
Please don't be SO tiresome as old
Mangnall. Show me your treasures?'
Captain Featherstonha lgh was
mead over ears in love with this sub
tie. sophistical, graceful girl, who was
indebted to her half Russian parent
age for her easy method OF turning
his questions just the roads she de-
sired, and throwing such brilliant
light on the breathing, palpitating
present, that the poor shrouded
,hosts of the past must needs have no
presence there.
"What shall show you first?" he
said, drawing her hand within his
arm. 1--WE made collections of all
sorts of bric-a-brac."
"Show me your boomerangs, and
lirks, and assegais," she said, laugh
ing.
little savage" returned ne, that
soft light, which is loves popularity,
Illuminating each strongly marked fea-
ture. "Come! / will show you some
thing romantic enough! Something
that is more human than assegai.
Something have often puzzled over,
and in my own clumsy fashion, twist
ed many little story out OF.
Captain Featherstonehaugh moved
away to a curious oak cabinet, which
completely filled deep recess at the
end Of the room, and after fumbling
in his pocket for a key, unlocked q
drawer, the contents of which he COM
nenced to turn over, whistling an old
negro melody as a sort of accompani-
ment to his search.
Miss Boscowitch did otfollow him.
She remained at the mantlepiece, idly
touching first one little curio, then an
other, not wholly happy nor wholly
sad; the normal condition OF the
many.
"Ah! here it isl" came from the 9TH
er end of the room, in Captain Feath-
erstonhaugh's musical baritone.
He was standing facing Miss Bosco-
witch and shaking something at her.
II was determined not to lose it, !"
he continued. "Who knows? Some
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