Catoctin clarion., 1886-01-21

this year!
'And,' went on Fairlie. ignoring the
interruption, whose heart is what Ma
ture meant a woman heart to be-
Suppose you try it in verse, said
George gravcly. Poetry might relieve
your mind; they say Byron found it %
wonderful escape valve. Lend us a
light, old fellow; twilight in the Wild
erness is marvelously productive of
mosquitoes, and a man must smoke IN
self-defense But look here-I don't
want to make myself disagrecahle, but
wiser individuals than yourself have
been taken in by woman-kind before
now"
Fairlie made no answer, but he rose
and left the porch. Thorpe looked after
him with comcal contraction Of the
brows.
Nov he's offended he thought. I
wish Id held my tongue, for | do real
ly believe that Inez Rivers is an angel,
if ever carth contained one. But one
can't help chatting a fellow a little
when he is s. desperately hit
Now, as iuck would have it, Mrs
Deacon Part man sat in the wide hall,
talking to the farmers wife, as Mr.
Fairly passed through. He bowed
courteousy. for was not the Partiman
house--a maple-shaded structure, two
miles otf-the casket which temporari-
ly contained that peerless jewel Of the
world, Inez Rivers ? And Mrs. Parti-
man made her best courtesy. and hoped
she saw him WE'LL And Fairlie went
out On the back roarch, where at least,
as he told himself, he could be free
from the coarse inslluatons Of George
Thorpe.
But as he sat down where the fading
light shone softly through the moving
vail of vine leaves, like the magical
glow Of some Transformation scene, a
well-known name struck upon his ear,
pronounced in the somewhat nasal ac-
cents of Mrs Deacon Partiman.
M iss Rivers = said Mrs. Deacon Par
timan.
You don't tell me so' said Mrs.
Wallace the farmers wife. We'll, |
wouldn't ha' believed it,
Nor nuther, il | hadn t seen it
with my own eyes, went on Mrs. partl
man but the Deacon he first got a
notion ont and - kind O made an
errand, you know, to her room, when
she wasn't there, and there the table
was all covered with plants !
Dear heart alive said Mrs, Wal
loce, Well, l spose these city ladies
have a good many ways that We hadn't
any idea of bat woman's paintin
You can It luake me think it right, any
way
Me too sand rs. Partiman. The
Deacon he savs ii gtan hyin' in the
face of Froviden woman not to be
satisfied with her t.. torial gifts. Don't
the Bible itself say ,5 much "
WELL said Mrs Wallace lugubrious-
ly.
Miss Rivers is Il dretful likely girl
to look at, but arter what you've told
me, shan't never think just the same
Of her as | did before.
Remember, said the Deacon's spouse,
it's a secret. Sized be awful put out,
if any one suspic'y0ed it,
And ] don't wonder, said Mrs
Wallace. But yo1 needn't worry ; it's
as safe with M IS if you'd written
it on piece o peer and throwed it
down the well--Yes, yes, Hezehiah
there's no use lr.alin' the side O the
house off; Pm o,mia to house to light
the lamps Directly
And Clarence Fairlie Silent as Il
statue he had sat there unwilling to as-
sume the part of listener, yet some
how fascinated to the spot. 1t was
as if scales had been removed from his
sight.
Inez Rivers was in no degree super
ior to the rest of her sex, after all. She
too was dependent OIL the vile aid of
cosmetics for that ia liant complexion
which had so challenged his admira-
ton she too was false as the variest
butterfly that hutteled through the
crowded ball rooms of Saratoga or
Long Branch. Truly it was no cheer
ing revelation yet was it not we'll
that it bad come ere it was too late?
Miss Rivers was sitting, in dainty
costume Of blue muslin and Valencien-
hes lace, under the biggist maple tree
in front of Deacon Partimans house
he next afternoons tall beautiful
yonno GIRL with dark brown hair fall