Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1886-09-30
SHE LANDED HIM.

approaches. de hits his nat with
superlative grace; he has handsome
head, the wretch. and likes to show it
off.
He says:
'Pardon--Miss Macy, l think2-but
did not you happen TO see a copy OF
the Hand and Ring lying anywhere
about under the trees here?'
Now he had not lost any book at all.
He merely wanted to become acquaint.
ed with this young woman who had
attracted his notice at the quiet coun-
try place. The ruse was successful.
Miss Macy said the young man,
simply, after few minutes chat, my
name is Albert Miramon. l am not
of much credit to my family, perhaps,
but l never did anything to disgrace
it, l think. They used to call my
father Governor Miramon'
'And the Miramon house on the ave-
nue., was that named for your asked
Helen.
Not for me, but for my father. I'm
not old enough 10 have house named
for me-
Helen was looking meditatively at
the toe of her little bronze slipper
How pretty she was, how we'll she
talked, and how exactly she looked
the thorough lady from head to foot!
you have told me who you are, but
you don't know anything about me,
she said.
He smiled at the absurdity of it.
i don't need to know anything. l
take you for granted
There were walks and calls at Will
sons spring. There were walks and
calls at Wilson's farm house, and
rides. If Miramon wondered at first
that his lady had no chaperone, not
even maid, with her, he soon forgot
all about it in the new. sweet farcina-
tion which drew him to her presence
day by day,
Tomorrow I 60 away. said Helen
to him at last, by the first train, 5
o'clock in the morning.
HAS it occurred to you, Miss Macy,
that you have never told me where
you lived in New York; l want to
see you in your home. May 1 call?'
Yes, Mr.. Miramon, you may come
If you wish. I live at the Miramon
house, which was named for your
father
'How does it happen
Il leave very early she interrupted,
fand 1 have oceans to do tonight Be-
lieve me, regret it must be good by
So she left him. He did not see
her again. His mother summoned
him suddenly to join her at Mount
Desert, and kept him hanging about
her for weeks. 1t was late in Septem-
Der when he came home. He had
written Helen note, but received no
reply.
He scarcely knew what was upper
most in his mind when he called the
second morning after reaching home
at the Miramon.
A bebuttoned person met him in
the gorgeously upholstered corridor
i wish to see Miss Macy said he,
with great dignity.
The buttoned person cast an odd
glance at the fashionable young man
in gloveftting Prince Albert and yell
lon, lido H. tl,o, ,oid,
This way, SIR
Albert followed him through q
winding hallway to dingy back
staircase.
Hill! said slatternly girl with little
tight wads of newspaper iwirled about
her forehead. 'Ye will not be going
up them stairs. Them's the helps
stairs
Buttons deigned no reply to this OBJ
servation. To Miramon he said:
Here's the helps sitting-room, sir.
He led the way into a musty room
with an old hair-cloth sofa in it
Then bowed and went out, closing the |
door.
Presently it was opened; tall,
slender woman in dark print dress
stood before him. One is not sure,
indeed, but she wore a white apron,
and held her hands in the little pock-
cts.
Miss Macyr said Miramon.
He rose and offered his hand, but
she did not take it. Her face was pale,
her gray eyes were flashing blacks.
'The fellow brought me in here,' he
said.
Quite right, she replied. 1T was
the only place l told you lived at
the Miramon. So | do. | am the
pastry cook
Don't jest with this rubbish. You
are the most perfect lady l know
Your good blood, even your pretty |
dresses
Pretty dresses? Yes, they ought
to be pretty, I earned them. Pastry
cooks get good wages. ..
He paced up and down the room. |
He was bewildered, he was wrathful.
why do you stalk back and forth
in that stupid way2' she asked. 1T is
the truth tell you. You asked to
come and see me at my house. I said