The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1889-09-18
ton, his lady friends declared. which

The proper thing to ido at Sara
toga is 10 go before breakfast to the
spring you consider the least disa-
greeabIe, or the most beneficial, and
imbibe.
If you are constant patron of
this place Of many waters you will
have your filvorite spring, which
you are willing to maintain with
your life. is superior TO all the others.
Conversation never flags at Sara
Etoga for this reason Each one is
fighting for his or her fayorite.
Mr. Howard, not being a habitue,
followed the crowd; and then stroll
Jed up the street to look about him.
In due time he came to the board
tent and the frame of tintypes. He
stopped to look at them and began
ssiiinls sleally wondering i they ap-
peared as commonplace in real life
as in their pictures, or whore they
came from, what were their histo-
ries, where they had gone to.
AS his eyes travelled slowly down
the frame he started to find Kath-
crime Benton gazing back at him.
How in the world" he mnr-
INJURED, addressing the. picture, sdid
you get herea You aud your friend
i'm your stylish attire spoil the mo-
notonous effect produced by your
neighbors. / like to see things
harmonious, and / will rescue, Miss
Benton, from your present con-
spicuous position"
On coming out of the shop he
met some friends, slipped the tin
types into his pocket and thought
no more about them till he was
seated in the train next day. /.
After he had read the morning
papers, tried to take nap and
being disturbed by the baby in the
next seat behind pounding him on
the head, he dug his hands moodily
into his pockets and looked straight
before him.
Something with sharp edge cut
his finger; then he remembered the
tintypes!
"It's very good for. Katherine"
he reflected. WI'll ask her to let me
keep it when | see her. i wonder
who the other girl is-she's remark
ably pretty"
The face was full of possibilities
and he went ON building up his
tory for it till suddenly aroused
from his reverie by an exciting
conversation carried on behind him
in piercing whispers.
The baby had long since disap-
peared and two ladies had taken
its place.
"Good heavensl Betty, where do
you suppose he got it. 1 never
laid eyes on the creature before in
my life, and there he sits gazing at
my picture as if we were old
friends"
AT this nothing short of super
human effort prevented Mr.. Howard
from turning round. With won
derful self-control he remained quiet
and waited for further develop
ments.
Betty murmured something sooth-
ing and then the irate maiden be-.
gan again:
81 wish 1 could get good look
at him. He looks like a gentleman,
doesn't he, Bett-at least his back
does. But the idea of strange
man having my picture is simply
unbcarable.'
81 should think it would be the
fact you minded" Betty mildly
suggested, "not the idea. Besides,
he need never know that it is your
picture unless you talk so loud he
hears you"
deaf,R thought Mr.. Howard.
sBetty, must get u good look at
him. I'll tie on this thick blue
veil to walk down the car to get
some water &,
4 short pause and then n young
lady of medium height and good
figure walked sedately past. After.
she was again seated she delivered
her opinion.
'He's not exactly good looking,
Betty, but evidently gentleman. !"
Both were silent for about ten
minutes and then his fair unknown
began again:
aThis veil is simply suffocating;
/ must take it off: Betty I'm going
to put these shawls and bags UP in
Ethe rack-they're in the way. I"
Now thought Mr.. Stephen
Howard. "Now's my chance"
He stood up at the same instant
| she did and offered his assistance.