Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1889-08-09

leigh"
Yea, yea and Mr.. Arthur Seamoor
helped the faithful Sam, sole relic of
former grandeur, to carry Miss Brant-
leighs modest trunk from the boot up
to the little pretty room she was to oc-
cupy, and in the evening he most
gracefully assisted Miss Brantleigh to
remember the delightful day when first
they met.
In fact, these two young people, by
some strange and singular fatality,
that very night wandered off together
up and down the pretty small garden,
whilst Alice was similarly engaged
with a masculine companion and
meantime Jenny played and sang
within. And, miraculous to relate,
Miss Pauline told unto Mr.. Arthur
Seamoor many of the vicissitudes of
her life, including the loss of a certain
somebody's shrimp pie long weeks
since. In return for these condolences
Mr. Seamoor poured into Miss Brant-
leigh's willing ears the fact that he
was partner in a large importing house
in New York, dealers in objects of art,
brica-brac and the like, and that in
the interests of his firm he had ven
tured on that hapless afternoon to
storm the citadel of her virginia.
aunts.
1t must furthermore be recorded
that these mutual condolences grew
apace, and that daily Miss Brantleigh
and Mr.. Seamoor seemed to find an in
creasing fund of conversation and a
growing interest in each others So
ciety.
Did Miss Brantleigh gather flowers,
Mr. Seamoor was sure she needed
manly assistance; did she walk, she
must require protector; did she sew,
a holder of threads must needs be at
hand; if she played and sang, some
one to turn the leaves; if she read,
some attentive soul to listen to the
sweet tones of her voice
In reality he was the girls shadow,
and the climax was at last capped,
when, one afternoon late, Jenny
peeped into the dining room and be-
held Pauline making mayonnaise and
Arthur industriously holding the olive
oil cruetl
mo one can make shrimp salad to
equal a southern girl" he exclaimed,
watching her turn out the contents of
a couple of the tiny linen bags into the
big bowl with its soft lining of fresh
lettuce leaves.
DO you think so2" Pauline poured
in the savory dressing, garnished her
dish with slices of egg, stuck a sprig
of parsley in the center, and shaking
her head at his proposal for lone turn
in the garden before supper" laugh
ingly ran off to dress.
Jenny vowed afterward that she
saw-the recreant young spy Arthur
catch Pauline's hand and press it to
his lips. But, then, girls have such
imaginations.
However this may have been, it was
a very gay little party that sat down
to Mrs. Bentley's coy tea table that
night. and every one seemed not only
/ to relish Jenny's watlles, but especial
/ ly Pauline's shrimp salad.
1T is delicious, indeed!" Mr.. Sea-
moor calculated, as he held his plate
towa / the fair concoctor of the dish
for a second supply. Il never ate
anything half SOL
At this juncture Mr.. Seamoor came
to sudden pause, and all the eyes
about the table were turned upon his
plate. There lay, amid the famous
mayonnaise, small, heavily chased
gold ring!
Pauline gave a curious start-per-
haps she recognized the little circlet,
but Mr.. Seamoor, with inimitable
sang froid, merely dropped the ring
into his finger bowl, and presently,
takingit on his napkin, began a criti
col of |, +uoao,,,o .,,o,.o
The others, being in ignorance Of
Miss Brantleigh's loss, as they were of
her first meeting with Mr.. Seamoor,
saw no connection between their cous-
ms temporary embarrassment and
their other cousins luck.
Let me see it, Arthur" cried Alice.
extending her hand. is it engravedl Z"
Are there initials insidel' ex-
claimed Jenny.
1T never leaves this fnger' quote
Mr. Seamoor, suiting action to word
until find the owner"
"Oh, there are initials!" laughed
Alice. How romanticl Perhaps not
lady's thought
But they are, am sure they are"
Mr. Seamoor says, gazing tenderly at
his new adornment.
What are they2 Come, Arthur
tell y pleads Jenny, excitedly.
Never"
perhaps she'll prove to be your
fate, Alice laughs, merrily.
Indeed she shall, if can but per-
suade her that | am hersl'
what an adventurer' cries Jenny,
and in the midst of this POPULARITY
Pauline's bushes go down UNDECIDED
Tea is over; the fragments of the
shrimp salad have long since mys-
teriously disappeared, beneath Sans
fostering care, in the regions of the
kitchen; Jenny is playing some soft
air for her father in the parlor; Alice
has run into a neighbours to borrow a
pattern, and Pauline and Arthur Sea-
moor have been pacing up and down
the little garden, ''in the dark and in
the dew, for quite long time now.
Darling" whispers the young fell
low, all his soul in his voice, can l
not do x-D,, tlot | ,,,o ,-o,,, c. 10