Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1889-01-02
ACTING 4 PART.
AZ Heiress in the Role Of the Pref
~ House. Maid.

Tho years proceeding or following the
one bright point in Violet Folds life
sha,! have very little to do with, since
they lack the dramatic interest necos-
sary to even a mediocre story. Pass
BY tho b,~Dy age Of down and lacy cur
tain folds, Of nursery squabbles, Of
school days, Of early orphanage, aud,
at last, OF b debut in the high social
circles Of Gotham, a rcputed heiress
and Il beau ty-though she has honest
~ Ind no real claim to the latter quail
llcation. being only a nice bright-fc at
ured maiden--and come to Miss Violet
Fields nineteenth year.
In the year Of which I write life has
grown to be quite q burden to the
young lady inquestion; and the emptiost
dream told in the mourrfulest mum brrs
was all she could dig out OF the never
ending problem. She almost ished it
would md; she could forget q day in
Octobec--a day that had LED her to tho
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.
Anu even Trough she was at this mo-
ment on her way to visit Hon. Mrs
Torronsham at her country villa, with
visions Of rides and drives picnics aud
boatings innumerable ready to namo
at any call Ct her fancy, she still pom
dered over the sudden disappearance
OF the owner Of the pair OF Indifferent
looking brown eyes On 81 certain even
ing in October last.
Twenty miles yot to Willoughby,
Miss Fields destination. She closes
her pretty gray eyes and woos Nor
pheus. He comes st:althily, and, after
bobbing her head for her in al cx-
tremoly undignifiel manner for few
uncomfortable moments, yanishes ut
terly before the voice of Miss Fields
French maid, who is gently poking her
young mistress on the shoulder and
calling:
'amsellc' Ma'amsclle! Volobce
ees widout!''
"Without what, Finette? Oh, I seo!''
And the two, mistress and maid, are
soon hnrrying out into cold, dreary
as heavy rainfall.
No carriage awaits the guest; and as
there is n& depot at WilloughDy---un~
less the long plank platform can lay
claim to so ambitious an appellation--
Miss Field and her maid find them
selves in 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 6 yellow
ghost and discloses the entrance of an
inn. Glad OF any shelter the two be-
lated ones lift the huge knocker, whose
grassy 5inlluDEc ICGCl 81 IL OlOJfnluO
bar-maid to the rescue. In another
hour Finette has tucked her mistress
In under d flaming '.settin' sun" quilt,
and finding lounge near at hand pre-
fers stretching her diminutive length
upon its chintz-cOver ruther than To
occupy another room across the car
petless passage.
The next day is clear and fine; and
Violet's first peep out Of the high, Old
fashioned windows shows q quiet little
village street, with moses and all
sorts Of rank weeds growing defantly
upon each side of the crooked curb
stones, while d flock Of geese, adyano-
ing in Indian file, seem the only in
habitants abroad.
Finette calls Miss Fields attention
from the verdant cutters to the state
of her travelling dress, which article
Of apparel, being of that exasperating
n>ohnr quality, has shrnaken half q