Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1890-01-17

"a id shame, call it."
II would swear that she loves you,
Dud."
Really, suppose l ought to feel flat
tered; but somehow, Manton, can't get
up much enthusiasm over her. She's not
exactly my style"
You're very fastidious, then. Here,
come this way through the wood; it's a
short cut. l confess my experience has
been very much more limited than
yours, but never saw girl more"-
"a whatT' asked Dudley, with sheer
"a young lady, then-more charming
more lovely in every respect, than Miss
Moreloy."
"Miss who? Moreley2 q believe he
has got one Of those wandering fits, poor
fellowD Well, Manton, old boy, | won't
dispute that for moment, because"-
Yet you say that she is not your
style"
"Oh, must get him home immediate
ly," sighed Dudley inwardly. commits
Grating his friend.
"She talks of you necessarily, bud
and only seems happy when l am an
swering her thousand and one questions
about you"
"a young lady hidden among the rocks
and pines bushes crimson as this speech
is waited to her on the still evening air
and stamps her little foot in veXatious
illdignation.)
"Her manner today" continued Man
ton, showed plainly that your letter
this morning hurt her exceedingly.
Miss Moreley! Letter this morning.
My letterl Come, now By jove! Stop
a moment. believe Tell me, did
you ever chance to see her handwriting
Eyes; I've mailed several of her let
ters to you"
you don't say sol Is that her writ
ing?"
"Yes"
| Dudley muttered something incoherent
/ about "little wretchw Jane jennings!
| and, pointing exctedly to the scene OF
his recent discontinue, asked, "Live-
there, doesn't she?'
Manton, too astonished at his friend's
remarkable conduct to speak, nodded as
sent, and Dudley fastened away toward
the house, shouting back, "Tll see you
later, old fellow!"
"Oh, don'tl don't! don't" came a
shrill voice from among the rocks.
Both turned. "Why, here she is
noww cried Manton.
There was an awkward pause. Til,
blush upon her face detracted nothing
from her beauty Dudley felt drawn
toward her as a needle is drawn by the
north star He walked quickly TOWARD
her, hesitated as she drew back, stopped
as she cast her eyes upon the ground
and presently said; Life would be .
very sad thing, would it not, if we hal
no pleasant memories of the past? be
lieve the thoughts of those happy day
of our childhood are the sweetest hay
ever had. 1t brings them back to III
very wildly to find you now after ST
many years. Won't you even shak
hands with your old playmate:'
She put out her hand shyly and re
luctantly, and he took it in both of his
I'm walk on, bud, and put this hors
of yours in the barn." said Manton. "Ti
come back presently" And he left them
feeling that perhaps the reconciliation
which he was looking forward to be
tween them would be more complete il
they were left alone.
Are you angry with me for com
ing?" asked Dudley softly, when he haC
gone.
you should not have done it," sh,
answered.
"Were we never to meet"
Never"
Then am glad took matters into my
own hands, said he, laughing.
But you must go to-night-now."
impossible"
The subject gave rise to considerable
) argument, at the end of which. how
ever, Dudley remained as determined a
before, and, as a matter of fact he di,
stay, accepting Farmer Manton's hos
pitable invitation to make his house hi
home, He would stay a week, he said
} he had no immediate pressing engage
ments, and his delight at being with hi
old friend Manton once more was to-
, great to admit Of his leaving immediate
} ly upon finding him.
The week proved to be a delightful
one. Farmer Manton's buxom daughte
got up one of their celebrated "aare-ups
/ in his honor, and all the female popula
ton of Stillton was set by its ears. Ma
bel was not present, of course-fortu
, nately, too, perhaps, for her state c
heart and mind was strangely and vi
naturally irritable at that time, an
his promiscuous attentions to the variou
country bellies might have provoked
7 feeling of which she would afterwar
have been very much ashamed.
The week was over, yet he fingered
l The sea breezes, he declared were ju,
the sort of tonic he needed, and the quit
, country life the very thing he had bee
t longing for for years.
One day, after an Introduction b
: Farmer Manton to Mr.. Moreley, he Ell
larged so eloquently upon the benefits {
such an atmosphere, and spoke SO fee
= ingly about the ailments to which the la
ter considered himself martyr, that I'll
/ old gentleman's heart actually warme
: toward him, and he violated all til
q laws Of his monotonous existence an
one of DR.. Nevercure's most specific IL