Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1889-11-28

turned her V1vaclous face and sparkling
black eyes upon the handsome young
man who stood before the rustic bench
in the grounds surrounding her fathers
elegant mansion.
"Im glad to learn that my opinion
is not well founded"
"Ireceived this paper two good hours
ago" smiled the young lady, at the
same time pointing TO a vacant space
on the bench beside her
81 see. And you have already made
the fashion department your own ?"
Entirely, and I've at last decided
on the style of the new gown that
father brought me from Paris, and
that 1 never would have made up.
Awfully nice, isn't it"
Decidedly. But what were YOU
reading so interestedly?"
"Ihe opening chapters-you won't
laugh at me, Pm sure-the opening
chapters of new serial novel by Nal
com Graeme, whoever he may be"
"And you like ?"
"Better than Rob Roy, with dashing
Di Vernon, my favorite heroine"
"Tell me something about it, please"
"Gladys Rowland, the heroine, is
beautiful young lady with hosts of ad
mirers. She likes them ALL but has
no idea of tying herself to any one OF
them"
"What did you say her name was ?"
"Gladys Rowland Why?"
81 thought it might have been Viola
Vane."
"You have the hardihood to flatter
me, have you?"
Nothing could have been further
from my thoughts. 1 had the unfor-
tunate admirers in mind"
"Then you call me a coquette?"
The eyes of the little maiden were
swapping with a suggestion of anger
now.
"By no means. The fair Gladys is
that, l trust ?"
"N-n-o. She's exactly my ideal of
girl"
"And has she no preference
"Yes. She likes the artist the best
of all, but will never marry him."
"And why not ?"
Because he is so persistent"
"Then you-I mean she-don't ad-
mire constancy?"
"Yes, we do, both of us, until it be-
comes obstinacy."
Gean Arnott WINGED a little at this
reply, which was emphasized lit
tie by toss of the fair head of the
speaker.
Gean was young lawyer with
small practice, but fine education,
sterling common sense and deterlni-
nation to riga IN, HI,
He had loved Viola Vane as long as
he had known her, plus the twenty
minutes he had been obliged to wait
for an introduction. This had been
over year now, and all that time he
had been most ardent suitor for her
hand.
More than once she had refused him,
but always in a way that left him
some ground to hope for ultimate sue
cess.
In this he was encouraged by the
knowledge that, though he had twenty
rivals, at least, no one of them was
more favored than himself
"Then you think she will not wed
the artist?" queried he, after mo-
mentary silence
"Pm sure of it. She has too much
character to marry any one"
But this is novel, and the princi,
pal attraction of that department Of
fiction Is the mystery surrounding tho
denouement."
"True; but the author who, not,
withotond'n" tho mesculine nom de
plume, must be a lady, writes so ar
tistically, so absolutely true to nature.
that the ending You suggest is simply
impossible She might cause her hero
inc to enter convent, commit suicide
or even go on the stage, but, as for
marrying"
Volatile Viola Vane broke off sud
denly, and completed the sentence
with light laugh and an incredulous
shake of the head calculated to settle
the point, and ring down the curtain
upon the entire subject.
"Will you do me great favor?"
asked Gean.
"Gladly, provided it is not too great
Q one."