Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1889-07-17


were newly established lawyers in a
country town.
Both were fresh. from college, full Of
opinion, confident Of success, and expect
ing 10 step by SOME happy chance out of
this seven-by-seyen room, with its dozen
or so of law-booszs, to the topmost round
Of flames ladder in full command Of all
they could behold from that supreme at
ttude. And this, too, in village where
the people were so peaceable they did
not even lock their doors O. nights.
One of these young men, by name AL
eNander Bristol, was ruddy and sanguine.
and the other, II. Hamilton Warren,
whose signature, written in a style of
bold haste made a fine, legal-looking
scrawl, was dark, saturnine, cynical.
'Ham, have you noticed that little
schoolma'anl pass here every morning?'
said Bristol, who felt laxative. 'She
looks mournful. Must be widow"
II dislike school-teachers on general
p-inciples," grumbled Warren. ''They
are SO incisive, decisive-so given to
methods, theories, rules and regula.
tons"
but l am sure she isn't. She's as soft
as a dove. Her suasion must be eye
suasion, for she has two OF the lo7eliest
orbs that ever gave shy look into our
window"
Yesterday it was the milliner's ap-
prentice; day before the bankers daugh-
ter; Gay before that the EDITORS COUSIN"
said Warren, counting them off on his
fingers as they were named.
But this widow Hominy, or Romany-
l never quite caught the name-eclipses
The whole of them.''
mo doubt-siuce she is the last. AS for
me, l have never even seen her."
II can give you description so YOU
could not mistake her: Tall, pale rather
than fair-or, l should say, has pallor
rather than fairness"
Warren laughed aloud.
"Your amendment is decidedly poetic,
Bristol. Go on-has pallor rather than
fairness"
Eyes wide apart, and gray-and you
know, Warren, if there is one point be-
loyeliness in woman it is width between
the eyes. No danger of stubbornness
then"
Eyes wide apart and gray"
Hair blacI-I think, but won't be sure,
it may be yellow"
Fine combination, gray eyes and yell
low hair"
and style as if she were made of
feathers lay great stress on the walk.
A woman shouldn't clatter and stride.
Sue should be rubber tired, shod with ST.
lence."
WE'LL suppose she has passed for to-
day." glancing at the clock, but next time
you see her coming, just let me know"
Mrs. Bonamy had been born in this
little town, had been orphaned in her
early girlhood, adopted by an uncle in
the far West, married there before she was
eighteen, and had been left widow under
mysterious circumstances year later.
The particulars of her husbands death
were not fully known here. He had
either been drowned in fording river. or
buried in a snow-slide, or fallen down a.
shaft; each of these essen TALLY Western
methods had been rumored, if not con
frmed. And when Mrs. Bonamv re-
turned to her early home to find some.
thing by which to maintain herself, peo-
pie refrained from too many q uestions
out of sympathy for her widows weeds.
She became a teacher, showed an apt
itude for it, and was now entering upon
her second year Of work.
Bristol, who had made quite feeling
impression upon the femininity of
Breezeland, had been for some time
DESTROYS of making Mrs. Bonamy's &C.
quaintance.