Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1889-06-26

The first day at Boreton fulfilled
Maria's impressions. There were
showers without and tears within,
alternating with that JOY of woman's
life, unpacking-which, however, in
Sylvia's case, was lessened by the dis
| covery that her jewels, instead of be-
ing sent to the safe deposit, as intend
ed, had been packed and brought down
in her luggage. Here was sleop-
destroyer! With those jewels in the
cottage, phantom burglars in black
masks would hover through her
dream, and diamonds would DO the
trump to mar her slumbers by it's
steady blast. A solemn council with
Maria resulted in the present deposit
OF the gems in the latter's trunk, a
relic, in which one might expect to
find a mummy's last will and testa-
! ment. but never tho jewels Of a modern
belle.
A capital hiding place it proved, and
as day after day passed, Sylvia finally
settled into a condition of languid
security regarding her treasure, giving
1t no attention, more than an OCCASION
al hasty visit of inspection, which al
ways ended in u weary sigh that Bore
ton had no Casino balls whercat to dis
play their radiance.
SO tho Growsy season dragged into
August, only to find Sylvia hopelessly
at odds with self, world, every thing.
Turning the days into Il very winter of
discomfort without so little as a shad-
| owy prospect Of even one prcsent;,blo
son OF York, to make them glorious
summer to her. When 10! just as the
last leaf WAS dropping from her flower
of resignation, there camo to Boreton
man. Not dewny undergraduate,
nor a post dated dyspeptic, but a real
man, and a handsome oSe, too, rs Mrs.
Lightfoot mentally noted when first he
appeared on the beach. strolling by her
in tlannels redolent of Cook or Poole,
tall, dark, with just I, shade Of sadness
In the brown eyes that for u moment
glanced toward her and then turned
seaward.
Dame Chance, good soul, found her
fondest mission that day in bringing
Sylvia face to face with the interesting
stranger and adding fresh fuel to tho
mornings spark Of curiosity. She was
alighting from her afternoon drive be-
hind pony lingo, when the all-observ-
! ant Maria remarked that her driying-
coat had dropped out Of the mack of tho
cart, where She had slowed it o.. start
ing. and was now somewhere tween
here and nowhere"
That coat was one Of the combina-
ton Of causes that had buried Sylvia
| IN BorctOn, and she did not beam at
the thought Of Il garment that had cost
her so dear, on the shoulders Of some
rural Cynthia Jane at the next county
fair. So Jingo's protesting steps were
urged along the back track, while
hedge, ditch and road We're dissectad
by Maria's sharp chances. A fruit
less drive of more than a mile brought
them to a corner, the turn Of which re
vealed the stranger Of the morning,
advancing with the lost wrap in hand.
Il had the good fortune to find you1
coat on the road beyond. My have
the pleasure OF restoring ito''
It was charmingly smooth voice
and the manner ''all Of sweet accord. =
For the first time in he" life Sylvi:
found her wits at fault as she STAN
mered:
"Iou-you are very, very kind; but
how did you know it to be mine?"
Il knew it must be: you wore it a
the beach to-day"
Then, with a profound salute, he
} struck across fields toward the vii
lage.
Sylvia nerTously turned Jingo's heat
homeward, rousing that eagerly stable
loving beast to an ambitious trot, witl
which her thoughts kept pace unit
the pony, with a joyous frislz
was led to the stable, and then they
raced on their own account in the di
rection of pair of brown eyes all the
rest Of the evening.
Next day, in the usual gathering or
the beach. appeared The Mystery,'
as Maria had already dubbed the
stranger; but this time he was neither
alone nor unknown, for with him
strolled that buzzing social blue-bot
!, tie, Major Dashell. Every one knows
, the Major, and newell, the sacred
Four Hundred limit is TOO pent-up fo1
his world. He knows every body from
New York to Yokohama and from
} Campohello to the upper Nile True
MS acquaintance is rarely more thar
. superficial, for, nod to the Major, an6
; you are his Lifelong friend; but then ;
. man who knows SO many, who spreads
SO small a supply of the butter y
friendship over SO vast surface Of
, social bread, can't be expected tt
know any one very well.
He was evidently boxing the com
pass Ct Boreton's habitue's for the ben
eft of THE Mystery" whose eyes
wandered from face to face as each
} was discussed, until they rested upon
| Sylvia, Snu0lV DrODned IN IN ha7