Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1889-01-02

ore ans your qtiestio Ion, I'LL
sss,y q our q, com Ing up close toS
where ssilyertop lounges amid the,
acushi Ions. and hol ding q candle lust
I above herexpressi I've face, her dancing
cray eyes looking full 81 an amused in
telli gence into his fore / an
/ snrel' your question may il take tho lib
erty Of asking VI neither you have ever;
seen this Miss Field
Silvertop stares at her In q some-
what astounded manner before saying
mo, '8W hich he does IN 30 evidently d
dazed state Of mind that she lowers the
candle to its place pon tho study & ttal-
bic and laughs q little low silveryj
laugh as Inelodi ous and sweet as the
tinkl OF q mountain born streamle let
S'' 1l['hle hen, cir says she, bowling her.
self hurriedly out Of the door, Miss
Field has not arrived r., s 81
IA half an hour there Is another tap,
q. Y, S'il yertop' y door. He has spent the
time in 9 aort Of dumb stupor, and
when " the Same voice Il cries ---= An. I Mr..
R'eade r. 5#:s'''Ah, Lefty, come np'' he
answers an like q well-drilled parrot
But. Lefty" does not come In, Some
one in pale shinmering blue. with;
costly laces atloat like foam upon the
son, with white checked pearls upon
her Whiter thro this radiantl at
tired some one approaches. and, lift
ing the waxen candle above her head
that he might 500 the change in her,
says: Miss Field has arrivedpn
.Lettypn
# Vic lefty p 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. Flow
dull you are, y says she. 5ass# VIZ
he cries, catching at the
hand that holds The little blossoms.
violet, you have given them to me-
you can not mean AZ IA
/ 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? E.4- Il
Directly there is great rush for the
door The bell has sent a ringing
summons, and every one knew it is
Miss Field This time they are right.
Violet! Violetl Violet!' cry ever
so many fresh young voices as a water
proofed figure enters the bright draw.
ing room. Mrs. Torrensham grandly
approaches with prettily -worded
welcome that freezes upon her lips as
pair Of strangely familiar eyes look
straight into her own as 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 q
bevy of admiring friends. g. n
"Vio--letty!' laughs she second
time, throwing aside her capacious
cloak, and seeming to suddenly emerge
from this chrysalis into an azure but
terhy which floats over to her and
stoops down to bestow upon her hostess
4 a little kiss OF contritlon.
Mrs. Torrensham--dear Mrs. Tor
'rensham, forgive me!''
81 #Ss#.''.Y on young mischief! I've read Of
such things in books, but-oh, I can't
talk until / 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 charmingly-frank fashion
that wins Miss Fields good will in spite
of herself. f-G e.
The evening passes gloriously, but
with all It's 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 charm in
9 third time any same thing is done
at Silvertop's door, but this time she
refuses to enter. 81. ! :
Are you not coming, then, to escort
me to upper-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 l believe not, Miss Field"
sSilvertop answers, as he comes over to
where she stands upon the threshold,
bringing SO serious q countenance with
him hat Violet grows concerned.
DIS = And Why not, II ! may be 50 boldp''
My aunt never expects me- .
Tut, tut" growls the voice OF Dick
behind them; .'be honest, Toppy, loves;
say it's rank cowardice say, Miss
Field, fetch him out; coax him make
him come, It's deuced queer tho fell
low isn't at home In his own house,
while my mother aud 4 king It and
queen it to no end as If ii were our
very own and not Silly's at I'LL! Missa
Field. 4 kiss your hand which the
.saucy fellow does with quito an air--
..but hang me II lever try to kiss YOU
again with 9 dozen green dragons a.
guarding your and Dick moves bland
lyaaWay. ~
70 this your house, Mr.. Reade p''
81 believe so. Z Z
Nv 1hy didn't you tell me, thenp
szs'.I hat arthly al ference could that
have made, Miss iieldd ~