Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1889-01-02
Before I answer. your question, iii, J,

l5e1Ore answer your question, str,'
says our heroine, coming up close to
where Silyertop lounges amid the
cushions, and holding a candle Just
above herexpressiye face, her dancing
gray eyes looking full OF an amused in
telligence into his own--es'before I an.
swer your question, may take the lib
erty OF asking whether you have ever
seen this Miss Fieldp" Y
Silvertop stares at her In q some
what astounded manner before saying
mo" which he does in SO evidently a
dazed state Of mind that she lowers the
candle to its place upon the study ta-
Bile and laughs a little low silvery
laugh, as melodious and sweet as the
tinkle of Il mountain-born streamlet.
"Then, SIR" says she, bowling her.
self hurriedly out OF the door, '.Miss
Field has not arrivedp"
In half an hour there Is another tap
at Silvertop's door. He has spent the
time In aort OF dumb stupor, and
when the same voice cries" Mr,
Reader" "Ah, Lefty, come IMP" he
answers like u well-drilled parrot. e"
But Lefty" does not come in. Some
one In pale shi.nmering blue, with
costly laces aaoat like foam upon the
sea, with white checked pearls upon
her whittier throat-this radiantly at
tired some one approaches. and, 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 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.
"Violetr' he cries. catching at the
hand that holds the little blossoms.
''Violet, you have given them to me-
you can not mean---"
Well, she hadn't meant exactly that,
to be sure; but what could she tell the
poor cripple with such fine eyes look
ing so earnestly into her own-what,
indeed?
Directly there is great rush for the
door. The bell has sent d ringing
summons. and every one knew it is
Miss Field. This time they are right.
Violet! Violet| Violet!" cry ever
so many fresh young voices as water
proofed figure enters the bright draw
ing room. Mrs. Torrensham grandly
approaches with prettily-worded
welcome that freezes upon her lips as
81 pair Of strangely familiar eyes look
straight into her own IS if they could
read her very souls secrets!
'Letty" she gasps, urging her fall
tering, reluctant body forward to where
Miss Field stands, surrounded by a
bevy of ad1niring friends.
"Vio-letty" laughs she q second
time, throwing aside her capacious
cloak, and seeming to suddenly emerge
from this chrysalis into an azure but
tertly which floats over to her and
stoops down to bestow upon her hostess
a little kiss OF contrltlon.
L, Mrs. Torrensham-dearM Mrs. Tor
rensham, forgive met"
You young mischief! I've read of
such things in books, but-oh, J. can't
talk until I scold you we'll! My friends"
said Mrs. Torrensham, who is equal to
any emergency, tells them all about it;
even admitting her designs upon Miss
Field in a charlningly-frank fashion
that wins Miss Fields good will in spite
of herself.
The evening passes gloriously, but
with all its gloriousness Violet keeps
wondering at Silvertop's non-appear-
ance. just before supper she steals
away from them all and knocks for the
third time-there's always a charm in
third time any same thing is done
at Silvertop'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
her tongue, and the question is asked
rather imperiously, considering the
late change of rank and place.
''No, I believe not, Miss Field"
Silvertop answers, as he comes over to
where she stands upon the threshold,
bringing so serious a countenance with
him hat Violet grows concerned.
"And why not, if may be 50 boldp"
my aunt never expects me-
Tut, tut" growls the voice of Dick
behind them; ''be honest, Toppy, love;
say it's rank cowardice. I say, Miss
Field, fetch him out; coax him-make
him come. It's deuced queer the TEL
low isn't at home In his own house,
while my mother and king it and
queen it to no end---as if it were our
very own and not Silly's at all! Miss
Field, / kiss your hand"--which the
saucy fellow does with quite an air
''but hang me if ever try to kiss you
again with a dozen green dragons g.
guarding you!" and.Dick moves bland
ly away. 81. T.
lis this your house, Mr.. Reader"
Il believe So" s... at........
Why didn't you tell me, thenP'
.... What earthly difference could that
have made, Miss Field 2'' .x4.