Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1886-08-07
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| Hawkes. was a we propo toned girl,
shoulders above her.
"And l beg yours, ma'am," he said,
Il was prepared to see quite an old
ladyr
''It is Mr. Wayte, isn't it ?" hesitated
Alice.
THAT is my name"
Il am sorry we are so late-it is all
my coachman's fault The carriage is
waiting. Will you allow Ralph to take
gour checksl'
He smiled As he touched the walls
%nd colorbox that lay on the floor at his
SIDE.
81 have no other luggage than this"'
Old Ra phi, with ey,s like full moons,
bestowed the two b 1xes on the seat be-
side him. and he'd opon the rriage
door for his mistress and her guest to
inter.
"Ma'an," hccould not forbcar whisper,
ing with 4 slight giggle, ''the won't
be no call for them there sleds and
marbles and the kite, shaped like a
man"
Alice pretclde not to hear, but she
.ncw that her cheeks were as red as the
icarct feather in her hat.
as this the cd pla, :" he asked, lean
tlg out of the window, as they neared
tae graystoae pntico in front, every
! Column draped in glossy green ivy. at
will make b. autilul picture"
DO you think sol' said Miss Hawke,
smiling. wait until you see the south.
t II elevation; it is still prcttier and more
pictures ue"
The housekeeper, old Hannah, came
smiling and couitesying to the door; but
she stared a little as Mr.. Wayte, spring,
ing first from the carriage, assisted her
| goung mistress to descend
''lf you please, men," quoth she,
''whc~c the young gcntlcman:"
This 'ere's the young gen leman,
Hannah" cried Ralph from his box, con
7ertrng laugh into very explosive
species of cough.
And Hannah remembered the little
cranberry tart she had INST baked on an
"a; b. c." tin platter "for the deal
little orphan boy"
The blue room, Hannah" said Miss
Hawkes., biting her lip, to rcpress he1
amusement at the old woman's face of
establishment.
"Yes'm- to be sure, 'um," said Han
nah, Dear, dear! how strange things
! docs turn QUIT"
How much pleasanter was the tete-a-
tcte dinner than anything Alice had
CARED to anticipatc-the long, confiden-
| tlal chat in the drawing room afterward
And the young man himself evidently
enjoyed it as much as she did,
81 did not expect such a reception as
this, p" he said, when the evening was we'll
ldvan, ed, and they began to feel quite
like old friends.
why not?"
cone reason is that you are rich and l
am poor
mo reason at all" said Alice, color
ing holly.
And am destined to earn my liveli-
hood rs an artist"
well, what them l would like to
be an artist, were 1 a man. 1t seems to
me one of the most beautiful and poetic
occupations one could choose"
do you really think so?"
"Of course l dor
Alice's eyes sHarkled-her mind was
electrically reused by contact with one
ripper and richer than itself
at will be very pleasant, she thought
leaning back in her chair, her croc.e;-
needle idly threading its way through
the meshes of colored wool "He is SO
handsome and so gentle-though l Won
der why he don't speak more of his
mothers recent loss. Perhaps the wound
still bleeds. What viii Kate Jennings
sayI'
But, just as these thoughts passed
through her mind, there came pro
digious Jerking and pealing at the front
door bell.
1T can't be Kate at this time of night"
thought Miss Hawkes..
1t was not Mis- Jennings. but the sta
ton master of the depot, clumsy, loose
5iointed chap, with sau en- eyes and a
square chin, which he was perpetually
feeling, as if not quite certain of its 10
cality.
'If you please. Miss Hawkes., I've
brought him. said Jabez SHADES. ellis
trunks ii be sent round tomorrow morn
in"
"Whom2" gasped Alice.
'H m-and glad enough we be to sec
the last on him! Like to set the depot IL
fire snow bal ed q hole in the windy and
tied tin pal to old 70 e's tail"
And as he spoke he pushed forward an
ungainly boy of abo It twelve green
spr ngs-a free killed.. sullcn eyed, heavy
looking lad, with both paws thrust into
| his trousers pockets and his chin sunk
on is breast
Alexander Adolphus Wayte, mum
that's the way he S labeled on his
franks. TO be c,l ed for by Miss Hawkes.,
and the very tine you were there was =
larrup ng' him dom in the eel ar for o
comm that there game on 30 e, as ha,
be station dog these three years. And
calcul re that ere was the way mi sc |
| vc."
Alice gaze hopeless'y from the gawky
boy to tn. stylish young artist opposite
He ros'.
Il thought there was some mistake, -
he sid, reluctantly. you are Miss
Hawkes. ! suppos you to be Miss
'ilente.d. WHO has sent for me to paint a
picture of Glentcld Hail."
"And | thought you were my cousin
\do!phns Wayte, left in my charge by
lis mother" stammcrcd poor Kate,
",'iy maine is Wayte-Gerald Wayte-
bat my mother, thank heaven, is still liv-
ing; and thank you, Miss Hawkes., for
your hosp,taiity'
"fou are not going away tonight"
Il must; it is my misfortune to have
already intrudcd too long Miss Glen
'.cld was to have met me at the cars l
wonder what has d.tainl herr"
Il y II I'm