The weekly messenger. [volume] (St. Martinsville [i.e. St. Martinville] La.) 1886-1948, 1889-03-30

Mrs. Vinal was standing on the door.
step looking up at the sky from under
her shading hand, when Felix Graydor
came saunterIng along the quiet couD-
try road, q sort Of modern Adoni.
Looks like Storm" sail he, care.
lessiy.
At the same moment Sclah Browu
jumped on the fence, in his working
dress, with something in his hand.
'Tvc found a whip-poor- wilrs mes.
Tor Carry, Mrs. Vinall," said he. 81
nearly stepped on it when was cutting
the grass on the north sido of the big,
oblong meadow. Sho has always
wanted one for her collection. There
it was, right close to the ground just
tangle of sticks and stems"
Yes" said Mrs. Vinall, absently,
"Carry'll be awfuily pleased. Just lay
it on the window-sill, Selah, please;
it'll be safe there. lido wonder where
she is2'
Where Garry isa' repeated Brown.
'fn the house, isn't sheH
mo. She went down to the village
for some pink wool and matches and
things an hour or more AGO, and I'm
only afraid she'll be on the way home
now, without sign of an umbrella or
cloak, or anything but a white muslin
scarf"
"Just hand me an umbrella out of
the house," cried Selah Brown, with
alacrity. "Pil run back to the meadow
for my coat il half q minute. AMI 60 to
meet her."
That won't be necessary" CURLY
intcrposed Mr.. Graydon. 'Fve a silk
sun umbrella here, and I'll bring Miss
Garry back all right"
He walked hurriedly on, but Selah
Brown still held out his hand to Mrs.
Vinall.
"The umbrella, please" said he.
ats hardly worth while the two Of
you going" said Mrs. Vinall.
'.Pm going after Garry, or I'll know
the reason whyI' said Sclah, in q reso-
lutte voice.
And Mrs. Vinall gave him the UNI
brella, without word Of further pro-
test.
He hurried back to tho field for his
coat, and struck into the hi III road by
a short cut at very nearly tho point
which Mr. Felix Graydon had reached.
And from that poiat they walked on
together, yet separated by tn, width of
the high road, occasionally darting
belligcrent CLAN ces at each other, and
never exchanging a friendly word.
Both were good walkers; both wero
determined to be the fist to rescue
pretty Garry Vinall from the coming
tempest.
Just about half way to the village,
however, as they neared a desolate old
brick house, mildewel with too much
shade and evcrgrecns, with tangled
vines, on which ITO Let" had hung SO
long that it was popularity supposed to
be part of the mural decoration,
the rain came down in dizzying sheets,
the thunder rolled, and vivid dart of
lightning shono for second before
their eyes, as it seemed to bury itself in
the ground.
Ia the sam, moment they saw Garry
Vinalps face at the open door of the
old brick house, her hand beck oning to
them.
"She has taken refuge there-thcre,
of all places in the worldI hoarsely
cried Graydon, breaking the spell of
silence which had reiyned so long be-
tween them. 'Hold on, Brownl Do
you know what they're using tho brick
house for nowa She don't, that's very
cvidcntl'
"Yes, 1 do" said Brown. "Old
Mills is storing his powder there for the
blasting in Dover Rocks"
''Don't so near the placer shouted
Graydon. Didn't you hear her mother
say that she hal OF OF matcha, with
here Matche' in powder magazine!
and with a thunderstorm like this yat-
ting overhead! Call to her: tell her