The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1886-09-08
SOMERSET, PA, SEPTEMBER 8, 1886.

Your coat has suffered This she
heard Mr. Qualtrough say to dim, shad-
owy figure. The voice was low, and
such as comes when a mans inner self is
trembling.
I Doyle made a light answer. Men do
answer lightly, even when perhaps the
grslvest question of their life is fighting
for it 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 Quaitrough was TO drive them TO
Douglas on the morrow, so lis TO be in
time for the boat A good hours drive
this was, and they must be up betimes.
He and his friends had stroIled over the
fields from his fathers house they
would naturally say goodbye to the girls
and the Qualtroughs of Brace 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 a white butterfly.
Doyle Philipson had many days back
come to the solution of one grave ques-
ton; but, not being rich man, and be-
ing honorable 10 what some folks might
call an extreme degree, he had comman-
ded himself to hide the love he had for
Meta Qualtrough. Nay he it was who
had hastened the departure from the
island because, seeing 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
aloft. and the others had chanced to
drift into the company of each other
who talks of chances
The would-be matter-of-fact young ar
tist 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 telling of these old-new stories.
Meta and Doyle We're coming down
from the lookout the rest were in
group.
1t is arrant nonesene, Kate, for you to
drive into Douglas at such an hour" 50
spoke Willie Qualtrough, the girls cousin
He and Kate often squabbied, cousin do
50.
Thanks" she pouted ''Aut I'll judge
best for myself 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 "Oh WiIlier
The cry had actually trembling in it.
Kate made little start and again
second start, or rather droop, backward
10 Willie's side
49,. Eh that's done p Willie was a mas
terful cousin; he made no ado, but drew
Kate's hand within his arm He told
me he shouldn't do it till next year,
when he's coming again"
~Oh Willie kate's vocabulary was
growing stunted.
And now hat's-all-moonshine Do
YOU mean YOU never saw it ~
-Dear-how could I?1 She was cling
ing To Willie in way that her cousin un-
mistakably approved.
Before another Midsummer day came
round there were two Miss Qualtroughs
the less at Brae Hill
Doyle Philipson does not, 80 much as
heretofore. parade his matter in fact, and
he is going to make his Academy fame,
so he says, by picture which shall have
fairy worship for its motive. There is
going in next year a marvel of a Saxon
maiden. "A golden haired Saxon maiden
by rocky shore, wearing golden-hued
marigold. The critics say it IS beautiful.
1t is Meta--AH he Year Round.