Wichita eagle., 1888-08-26

sumo you have committed sad havoc thi
season."
Not l." said Jack, honestly. "Iam no
in that line at al.
did you not admire some one Of TIT
debutantes? Come now, Addie, why don
you cross-exanline Mr. WelldenY'
Addie gazed into his eyes, and poo
Jack, who was not accustomed to sucl
maneuvering, blushed up to and inside
the roots of his hair.
q assure you" he stammered, ri really
| don't 20 in for ladies' society, and" ht
CALAMITY added, Il admire them ell SC
much that could not possibly make &
selection"
Il like that, laughed Addie, her eyes
plunged into his. He should see Miss
Winthrop, mamma, should he not?"
'Wen, don't know that she is so very
much, - responded hrs. he Smythe.
She is Immensely admired by the gen.
tlemen, mamma.
Her money. my dear child They say
she has 800. coo q year"
When Jack Wellden was allowed to re-
tire into a corner Of the piazza to smoke
his beloved pipe, he muttered, half aloud:
How dreadfully tiresome some people
ars. l can't stand them. / viii do the
Giants Toe tomorrow, and go out into
the woods on Thursday
III.
twas after the biggest mornings work
Of his life, in the way OF climbing, that
Jack Weldon found himself once more in
the region Of the woods. The road was
scarcely worthy Of the name. It was
more q sheep track through tree shaded
line, the grass resembling green velvet.
What would | give for bunch Of
bread and glass of beer?" he thought, as
he trudged along Perhaps this path
VIII bring me to farm house where can
buy something 10 cat and drink"
4 turn in the lane showed him quaint
little wooden gate, and beyond the gate
the red roof of house, nest hidden
away in tufted foliage, away out of the
world-iust the corner of the earth for q
man dead in love, or writer of romantic
fiction.
As Jack pushed back the gate the sound
of O. girls voice singing came to him
through the green leaves and scented
blossoms, and summer day hum. 1t Yves
s. deliciously sweet young voico-a voice
for ballad, not for scene frcm opera,
and he stopped to listen. The song was
Some Day" When she had concluded,
he obeyed an imperative impulse, and
crying 'Brava" strobe into her presence.
On rude stone seat beneath overhanging
oaken boughs. and close to an open door
revealing a kitchen such as Cinderella
might have prepared for the amorous
prince, sat a girl with hair of the
purest gold, with which stray sun
beam was mercilessly coquetting. She
was petite. but exquisitely nodded, and
was not beautiful by any means. Her
blush gray eyes were half concec led be-
meath black lGshes that swept down her
cheek, and in the glorious expression Of
those eyes lay the charm that recognizes
no limit. Her nose was inclined to what
Tennvson terms tip tilted, and if her
teeth we're dazzling white, one or two
were deliciously irregular, while the rich
red lips, if tribe too full, were abso-
lutely young, and fresh, and charming.
She was attired in lilac
and white striped, short skirted
muslin, crisp from the laundry,
while snowy waist of white, with roll
ing collar gathered together by a lilac
bow, completed simple yet most becorn-
ing toilette. Her little feet were en-
5hrined in low shoes, lilac and white
striped stockings showing over them.
Instead of being abashed at the unex-
pected appearance of a stranger entering
after so brusque fashion, and in such a
remote corner, this rustic maiden, who
was by the way engaged III the very use
ful if not romantic task of hulling peas,
preserved SO dignifed a self possession
IS to thoroughly abash the intruder. who
olUrted out: 'I-ah-beg your pardon-I
is then he stopped short.
The rustic lass, while continuing the
lulling Of the peas, and who seemed
amused at his embarrassment, demurely
asked:
Are you looking for Mr. Stephen?"
''No, no. The fact is [ have been to
the top of the Giants Toe and-
''To the top of the Giants Toe?" ex-
claimed the girl, gazing up st the peak
which lowered above them in peerless
majesty. why that has never been
ione but twice. "
Thrice"
Thrice, / now say" he laughed. ri
make a bad third. I am shamefully
hungry and thirsty, and l thought 1
night get crust and glass of beer"
She locked at MIN IL a quiet, searching
way.
You can have both"
Il am intensely obliged; but pray, do
lot disturb yourself. =
She had disappeared into the kitchen
re he had finished what no wanted to
ay, reapPearing with wondrous CELEBRITY.
'arTyicg wooden platter containing
,rcad and butter, and, rapture! q quaint /
'arthen tagCn, with a metal top, con-
Gining goodly measure of beer. Jacks I
hirst got the better of his manners. and .
.most without thanking the fair wait
ess, he put the f2gon TO his mouth and /.
airly drained it.
You were thirsty" laughed the girl.
'Wasn't I, thoughr'
would YOU Ike sorne nore?'
Not just yet, thank you. May sit
town.
She motioned with her golden head to /
pile Of wood that lay close at hand /
gainst an upright wooden post, and Jack /
,lantcd himself.
May | smolye?"
The girl nodded. After he had Hrhted ]
ip she gravcly asked him:
What brought you here tothis placer"
Accident, pure and simple"
Did You hear of it?"
"Of WHAT
''Of this cottare?'
mot word. came from New York.
an bank clerk ont Tor holiday" As
e aiterward said. Il did not want to
azzle girl in herposition with my part
-ership and prosPectsr'
i think you are telling ne the truth"
lie said.
Very close to IT," he chimed in. with
hearty laugh, adding: You live here
Il Tho vesT9''