Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1889-01-02
ACTING A PART.
An Heiress in the Role Of the Pref
~ House. Maid.

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one bright point in Violet Fields life I
shall! have very little to do with, since
they lack the dramatic interest neces-
sary to even mediocre story. Pass
by the baby age Of down and lacy cur
tain folds, Of nursery squabbles, Of
school days, OF early orphanage, and,
at last, OF debut in the high social
circles of Gotham, a reputed heiress
and a beauty-though she has honest
~ had no real claim to the latter quail
ication. being only a nice bright-feat-
ured maiden-and come to Miss Violet
Fields nineteenth year.
In the year of which write life has
grown to be quite a burden to the
young lady in question; and the emptiest
dream told in the mournfulest numbers
was all she could dig out OF the never
ending problem. She almost wished it
would end; she could forget a day in
October-a day that had led her to the
highest pinnacle of hope only to dash
hec to its lowest ebb OF despair, all in
the space of its twelve short Indian
summer hours!
October-that was thirteen whole
months ago; yet pair of Indifferent
looking brown eyes still haunted her;
and a pair of wide, brawny shoulders
doomed mp in the zenith of her thoughts
And even though she was at this mo-
ment on her way to visit Hon. Mrs.
Torrensham at her country villa, with
visions Of rides and drives, picnics and
boatings innumerable ready to name
at any call Of her fancy, she still pom
dered over the sudden disappearance
of the owner of the pair of Indifferent
looking brown eyes on a certain even
ing in October last.
Twenty miles yet to Willoughby,
Miss Fields destination. She closes
her pretty gray eyes and woos Nor
pheus. He comes stealthily, and, after
bObbing her head for her in all ex-
tremely undignified manner for few
uncomfortable moments, vanishes ut
terly before the voice of Miss Field s.
French maid, who is gently poking her
young mistress On the shoulder and
calling:
"Ma'amselle! Ma'amselle! Velobee
ees widout!''
without what, Finette? Oh, sect"
And the two, mistress and maid, are
soon hurrying out into cold. dreary
mist, that is almost as discomforting
as a heavy rainfall.
No carriage awaits the guest; and as
there is ne, depot at Willoughoy-.-un-
less the long plank platform can lay
claim to SO ambitious an appellation-
Miss Field and her maid find them
selves il sorry plight.
Since there is no one near upon
whom they can call for assistance, up
the darl1ling, unfamiliar streets of the
little town they find themselves obliged
TO march, cold, hungry and friend
less. -
A big lantern at last looms out from
somewhere overhead like q yellow
ghost and discloses the entrance of an
inn. Glad OF any shelter the two be-
lated ones lift the huge knocker, whose
brassy summons fetches blooming
bar-maid to the rescue. In another
hour Finette has tucked her mistress
In under d flaming '.settin'-su d" quilt,
and finding a lounge near at hand pre-
fers stretching her diminutive length
upon its chintz-cover rather than to
occupy another room across the car
petless passage. zzs: .sss :sss1>,:'
The next day is clear and fine; and
Violet's first peep out Of the high, Old
fashioned win dows shows quiet little
village street, with moses and all
sorts Of rank weeds growing defantly
upon each side of the crooked curb
stones, while q flock CT geese, adyano.
ing in Indian file, seem the only In
habitants abroad. $s1 ! :. ~. II
Finette calls Miss Fields attention
from the yerdant CUTTERS to- the state
5of her travelling dress, which article
4 Of apparel, being OF that exasperatine
!. r,ohalr quality, has shrnpken half ]