Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1889-01-02
Before 7 answer your question, SIR"

before answer your question, SIR"
says our heroine, coming up close to
where Silvertop lounges amid the
cushions. and holding candle just
above her expressive face, her dancing
gray eyes looking full of an amused in
telligence into his own.-~''before an
sHer your question, may take tho lib
erty of asking whether you have ever
seen this Miss Fieldp'
Silvertop stares at her in IL some
what ustounded manner before saving
"no,' which he docs in so evidently q
dazed state Of mind that she lowers the
candle to its place upon the snady to-
Bile and laughs a little low silvery
laugh, as melodious and sweet as the
tinkle of mount;tin-boru streamlet
"Then, SIR" says she, bowling her
self hurriedly out Of the door, miss
Field has not aarived?'
In hall an hour there Is another tai,
at Si!vertop's door. He has spent the
time In a aort OF dumb stupor, and
when the same voice cries." Mr.
Roade?" AN. Lefty, come IMP" he
answers like L. woll-drilled parrot.
But Lefty" do"s not come in. Some
ono In pale Hh'lnmering blue, with
costly lncoa atiOat like foam upon the
sea, with white checked pearls upon
hor whiter throat---ttis radiantly at
tired some one approaches, ond, lift.
ing the waxen candle above her head
that he might SEQ the change in her,
says: "Miss Field has arrived?"
*'Lettyp"
"Vio-letty!' --and. with a smile at
his uplifted, puzzled, handsome face
the girl brings forth /, vase Of fragrant
purple blossoms that she hid among
the books that very morning. How
dull you are" says she.
"Violet? he cries, catching at the
hand that holdss the little blossoms
''Eiolot, you have given them to mo
you can not mea,,-"
Well, she hadn't meant exactly that,
30 be sure; but what could she tell the
poor cripple with such fine eyos look
ing 80 earnestly into her own--what,
indeed?
Directly there is Il great rush for the
door. The bell has sent I, ringing
summons. and every one knew it is
Miss kicld. This time they are right
''Violot! Viuict| Violet!' cry ever
so many fresh young voices as water
prooted figure enters the bright draw
my room. Mrs. Torrensha,n grandly
approaches with a prettily -worded
welcome that frcozes upon her lips as
I. pair Of strangely familiar eyes look
straight into Ter own us If they could
read her very soul ) secrets.
''Lctty!' she gasps, urging her fad
tering reluctant body forward to whore
Miss Field stand, surrounded by q
bevy Of adInir:ng friends.
"Vio---lctty" laughs she u second
zine, throwing aside her capacious
cloak, and seeming 70 suddenly emerge
from this chrys;Alis into an azure but
terily which floats over to her and
stoop5 down t. hestow upon her hostess
a little kiss Of contrltlcn.
Mrs. Iorronsham dear Mrs. Tor
ronsham, forgive met
You young mischief! I've read of
such things in books, butch, J. can't
talk until seo!d you we'll, My friends,'
said Mrs. TorrenshuIn, who is equal to
! any emergency, tells them ali about it,
| even admitting her designs upon Miss
Field in a charmingly-franll fashion
that wins Miss Fields good viii III spite
Of herself.
The evening passes gloriously. but
with all its glorlonsness Violet keeps
wondering at Silvcrtop's non-appear-
ance. just before supper she steals
away from them all and knocks for the
third time-therr's always charm in
third tine any same thing is done
ut Silvcrtop's door, but this time she
refuses to enter.
Are you not coming, then, to escort
nae to supper Silvertop?' The name
glides trippingly, though softly, from
hor tongue, and the question is asked
rather impcriously, considering the
late change Of rank and place.
mo, / believe not, Miss Field"
Silvertop answers, as he comes over to
where she stands upon the threshold,
bringing SO serious countenance with
him that Violet grows concerned.
"And why not if may be so bold2''
my aunt mover expects me-
Tut, TUT growls the voice OF Dick
behind them; "be honest, Toppy, love;
say it's rank cownrdico. I say, Miss
Field, fetch him out; coax him-rnal1e
him come. Its deuced queer the TEL
low isn't at home In his own house,
while my mother aud I king it and
queen it to no end-~-a if it were our
very own md not Silly's at all! Miss
Fold, / kiss your hand"--which the
saucy fellow does with quite an air
but hang me If ever try to kiss you
again with dozen green dragons g.
guarding you!" and'Dick moves bland
ly away.
lis this your house, Mr.. ReadeP"
Il believe So"
why didn't you tell me, thenp"
"Nhat earthly difference could that
have made, Miss Fieldp"