Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1890-01-04

turned herNlvacious face and sparkling
black eyes upon the handsome yonng
man who stood before the rustic bench
in the grounds surrounding her fathers
elegant mansion.
"l'm glad TO learn that my opiuion
is not we'll founded"
q received this rarer two good hours
ago" smiled the young lady, at the
same time pointing to a vacant space
on the bench beside her.
81 see. And You have already made
the fashion department your own"
"Entirely, and I've at last decided
on the style of the new gown that
father brought NE from Paris, and
that ] never would have made up.
Awfully nice, isn't it?"
"Decidedlv. But what We're You
reading so interestedlv ="
"The opening chapters you won't
laugh at me, I'm srlre-the opening
chapters of new serial novel by Nal
com Graeme, Whoever he may be"
and YOU like it 2"
"Better than Rob Roy. with dashing
Di Vernon, my favorite heroine"
"Tell me something about it, please.
"Gladys Rowland, the heroine, is a
beautiful Young lady with hosts of adj
mirers. She likes them all, but has
no idea of tying herself to any one of
them"
what did you say her name was? q
"Gladys Rowland. Why"
Il thought it might have been Viola
Vape."
"You have the hardihood to hatter
me, have you?"
Nothing could have been further
from my thoughts. [ had the unfor-
tunatc admirers in mind"
"Then YOU call me coluette?"
The eyes of the little maiden were
swapping with suggestion of anger
now.
"By no means, The fair Gladys is
that, | trust?"
"N-n-o. She's exactly my ideal of a
girl"
and has she no preference"
Eyes. She likes the artist the best
Of all, but will never marry him"
"And why not? ?"
Because he is so persistent.
lel NOU-l lucdu Slc-tou at-
mire constancy?"
yes, we do, both of us, until it be-
comes obstinacy."
Gean Arnott WINGED little at this
reply, which was emphasized a lit
tie by toss of the fair head of the
speaker.
Gean was Young lawyer with a
small practice, but fine education,
sterling common sense, and determi-
nation to rise in his profession.
He had loved Viola Nanc as long as
he had known her. plus the twenty
minutes he had been obliged to wait
for an introduction. This had been
over year now, and all that time he
had been O most ardent sutton for her
hand
More than once she had refused him,
but always in way that left him
some ground to hope Tor ultimate sue
cess.
In this he was encouraged by the
knowledge that, though he had twenty
rivals, at least, no one of them was
more favored than himself.
"Thcn you think she will not wed
the artist?" quericd he, after mo
mentary silence.
I'm sure of it, She has too much
character to marry any one"
But this is a novel, and the princi,
pal attraction of that department OF
fiction is the mystery surrounding the
denouement."
True; but the author, who, not,
outstanding the masculine nom dc
plume, must be q lady, writes so ar
tistically, so absolutely true to nature
that the ending you suggest is simpl,
impossible She might cause her hero
inc to enter a convent, commit suicide
or even go on the stage, but, as fol
marrying"
Volatile Viola Vane broke off sud
denly, and completed the sentenc,
with light laugh and an iucredulou,
shake OF the head calculated to settl,
the point, and ring down the curtain
ulon the entire subject.
viii you do ne q great favor?'
asked Gean,