Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-01-20

period Mr. Knox was not as different from
his 1888 progenitors. Cigarettes had taken
the place Of the long pipe In his mouth, and
there were other changes of aspect andhabit,
but he was mistaken in supposing that, like
the young lady, he was aroused and quick
ened intellectually. His drawl and dawdle
were not altogether afectationS, and he erred
in regarding them as complimentary to his
cleverness, for he could not have betokened
acute or active disposition if he had wished
to. But it was no matter, as it would have
been if he had not inherited million, and
had been compelled to earn living. He
was to omarry Miss Van Rensselaer,, as soon as
she had enjoyed free maidenhood sufficiently.
and so there was nothing unusual in their
personal affairs; but when, two days before
this sail on Lake George, the Pootle party
from Europe reioined the Dsllases at Sara
toga, Arba and May found familiar school
mates in each other, and therefore chance
added two persons to the excursion.
The plan of the day comprised a railroad
ride from Saratoga to Lake George, a sail as
much further northward as wind and time
permitted, an hour or so ashore for luncheon
and then a return in the evening to their
hotel in the great summer city. The mid
die of the afternoon and the middle of the
iaunt were reached simultaneously. The
breeze lulled almost to calm as the boat
got under the lee of tiny mountain.
"Don't call it a hill, if you please" Miss
Van Rensselaer, demonstrated to Knox, who
had directed attention to the sharpness of
its reflection in the clear water; ''you ought
to be thrown down to the top of it for belit-
tling the darling Of a Mount Blanc"
Compromise on mountlet," was Knox's
offer.
Even the ballast, Mr.. Pootle, shifted to
look over the side of the careening craft at
the inverted counterpart OF the eminence.
to the summit OF your mountlet by sinking"
said he, I'D say that's the spot to lunch on"
"And il that hamper doesn't make some
of US long for derrick before we get it up
yonder," said Mr.. Pootle, "then I'll eat all
that's in it..
mo, you won't Jonas" said Mrs. Pootle.
"Your wife couldn't see you die Of gorge
while her stomach was empty. I'm hun
gry."
So were they all; and without more ado
they began the ascent, with Victor and Win
ston, as the first relay, carrying the basket
between them.
''Knick," cried Miss Van Rensselaer,,
"I'll race you up to the maple yonder."
''And let's show them the pace that two
members of the Westchester Country Club
can make afoot."
The girl won, and not because the fellow
permitted her to, as he would have had the
spectators believe.
The lightness OF his spirits did not make
him forgetful OF the heaviness of his
physique; but his suggestion of the hilltop
as the right place for their luncheon was
accepted with enthusiasm, notwithstanding
the climb that it called for, and which they
started to make as soon as they got ashore.
"There's nothing like brisk run up
steep mountain" said Miss Van Rens-
selaer, as she flung out her arms that were
only half hidden in flmy sleeves, and
stretched her legs behind the curtain of her
skirts to get rid OF the cramp of sitting low
in the boat, ''to make you feel like taking
your feet off the ground and using your
wings"
They were company fit to be seen on a
Lake George hillside. The ladies' graces
OF person and dress were not misplaced in
the picturesqueness, and the gentlemen
were not much out of harmony, with only
Mr.. Pootle's rotundity appealing for the
benefit of the doubt. As they climbed they
ehatted good-humoredly, excepting Colonel
Dallas, who permitted himself to reia pse
from his false pretenses of well-bred gaiety
into condition that looked sullen.
''The Colonel is cross" Mrs. Pootle ac-
cusingly remarked.
81 deny it." and his instantly forced
jollity was in his best vein Of impersona-
tion.