Charlotte messenger. [volume] (Charlotte, Mecklenburg Co., N.C.) 1882-18??, 1886-11-20
THAT GRAHAM GIRL.
By MARY Z. BRUSH.


Inevar want to camp out again as long
as livel Nor does Cara Mu ray. To
think what lovely time VIC had antici-
pa cd, with Tracy loring the greatest
catch of the year, along and only dear,
fat stupid Mrs. Bartlett for our chap
eron! There's no knowledge what might
have happened had it not been Tor that
Graham girl.
She was governess to Mrs. Dartlett's
two children, Tom and Tiny (the worst
young ones that ever 5reathed y and Mrs.
Bartlett said that sine couldn't possibly
think of trusting hers If and precious
little ones into the wilderness unless her
dear, faithful Helen went along. So, of
course, Helen Graham went, and so did
T.acy Loring, Cara Murray, the two
Avery girls, and their collegian cousins,
Max and Will Collins.
It was Jolly fun at first, for during the
journey on the cars Cara and managed
to secure Tracy ourselves. Then we went
by stage ten miles to lonely farmhouse
"a jumping off place" as Tracy called
it-where we were to get the guide and
boat which were to take US up Lake
Moosetic-dear me, 1 can never remen-
Der those horrid Indian names! But
never mind. Tracy said that he didn't
Just like the looks of our guide, but Cara
and thought him real romantic. His
n.me was Francisco, and he was kind of
misunderstanding, you know. with
flashing, black eyes, swarthy complexion
and long black hair. And he wore a
sort of picturesque Indian costume. He
talked good deal to US girls, and rolled
his eyes. and made up jingl;ng bits of
poetry that didn't sound bad. Tom
Bartlett said that he smelled Of onions
and poo whisky, but Tom was always
making horrid speeches. However, this
time he wasn't so far out of the way, for,
if you'll bell We it, we hadn't been camp
ing cut week before that rascally guide
went off and left us in the midst #
bowling wilderness fifteen miles from
any living soul. Took our boat, tool
And we had to make our own fires, and
cook our own meals, and oil that
things which we had paid him to do.
Mrs. Ba tlett is over forty. but she
doesn't know thing about housekeep-
ing, for her husbands sist.r, who lives
with her, sees to everything. As for the
Avery girls, they nev enter kitchen.
nor do Cara ana I. Tracy Loring knew
more than we did, for he co Id make de-
licious coffee as well Lrcil fish. It
was late in the afternoon. with a cold
rain and wind-f.orm coming on, SO that
it wouldn't have been prudent for the
gentlemen to undertake the long tramp
through the woods back to the Giles
farmhouse. Cara and felt wretchedly.
In the first place. we we conscious of
looking drabb d and shabby-there's
no'hing Ike that to 10 ser woman's
spirits. You see. we had no idea of
what wild, era place the woods were,
and so we had worn dainty, fimsy suits,
whose rutfies and puHs h ID soon became
crushed md crumpled. The Averys
were in the same FIX As fort at Graham
girl. she wore n plain navy blue flannel
gown, with short S irt and llcuse waist.
W. hnd all made fun of her behind her
back, but after day or two VIC were
forced to acknowledge that she looked
far moS dainty md tidy than ourselves.
Anyhow, Tao Loring emed to think
her attractive, for, from the very first,
he treate her as an equal with Cara and
me, an she laugbe, and talked as
freely b did. She never seemed 10
mind th. least hint, not even when one
osy Cars threw out som thing about
"--lng-pee. : knowing their place. At
first, though, tlo drew herself M rather
stately Gas she has a fnc figuic1 and
looked Car. straight IN the eyes as II to
find out wha. she meant, then a smile
began dimpling tho corners Of her mouth.
ard she sang out mischievousIy:
When Adam delved ari Eve sp1n.
no then was The &c tlemans5
But to go back to .ho tine the ouide
!cft u.s. We hal to have supp r, Of
course. but what and low;