The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1890-03-08

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softer iinls 10 shame: there were beds
OF cabbages, OF lettutes. beans. peas,
potatoes, frult-trees enough 10 stock
market. and here and there cucum-
Der frame; there was a smooth slope
OF lawn. almost large enough for ten
mis-; and close against the side OF tho
house small greenhouse giittered
like crystal toy In the sunlight. The
house itself was mere rustic cottage
low, gabled. and matched, with
latticed veranda running round IL; but
In 1t. rs in the garden, the same par
TALLY improving touch could be seen;
for upon the greenhouse side 1t was
thrown good deal out OF proportion.
and lost something OF it's rustic air by
reason OF considerable addition in
staring red brick, picked out with
white, while modern French window
hung with long white curtains. and
revealing beyond glimpses OF bright
carpet and snowy drawing-room fur
niture, made the little latticed panes
look smaller than they really were.
On the whole. however, IL was prot
~ and picturesque place. looking re-
freshingly quiet, cool and rcstful.
The two tired, dusty, and thirsty
wayfarers. looking over the low white
gate. we're charmed ut the sight OF
such delightful oasis, which seemed
ut once 10 make the sun fierccr and
themselves thirslier.
Pretty little boxr' said Owen criti-
cally "Eh?"
pretty enough; and at present
only wish IL belonged 10 us, replied
George. WED better so back to tho
top. I'm certain we're going
wrong!"
"Wish we could see some ono
about 10 ask The place can't DO
deser cd, surely | cay, what do you
say TO going imp There would be
chance OF getting something to drink.
IL it was only waer. They couldn't
take MS for pickpockets very we'll I'll
risk 1t, anyhow
"Hcre!" George pulled his friend
back. ''Wait moment-thcre's
some one coming"
So there was; but ''some oncn was
hidden behind group OF three gnarl-
ed old pear-trees just then, and for
a moment the two young men could
see nothing but the iuttcr OF a white
skirt, and hear nothing but its faint
rustic. Then little black-and- tan
terrier lcapt out into the path with
volley of shrill banks, and a blithe
voice called to the dog as figure nc
which both young men stared stepped
into full view within half dozen
yards of the low gaze.
She was q tall slender girl. whose
graceful figure was shown TO perfec-
ton In hcr plain white gown "A girl
whose delicate face was lighted up by
n pair OF bright gray eyes, fringed by
dark lashes, and whose abundant gold.
en- hair was coiled into an unfashion-
able knot at tho nape OF the neck.
Altogether she did not look unlike n
tall white lily. Owen thought her
the prettiest creature he had over
seen in his life; George. sobcrly will
ing TO admit her beauty, still did not
think her "a patch upon somebody
else. Each had time TO ar
rive at his verdict, whIlo
the girl looked at them in
frank wonderment and the blaclS-and-
tan TERROR shifted inquisitively
through the bars OF the white gate at
the strange legs that were so cxasper-
atingly out OF reach, before Owen
recolected himself sufficiently to raise
his straw hat in his best manner. IL
had left red rim round his forehead,
and his curly hair was damp; but ho
looked i'm his wav oufia a. .,ttroctt,,o
as the girl did in hers.
IL beg your pardon. he said-
pray excuse me--but can you direct
me TO Upper Catching My friend
and have lost our way"
Clipper Catching Pn The girl re-
peated the namc. knitting her delicate
brows. I'm afraid don't know
she said simply. 81 have not lived
here very long, and | have hardly
been out ut ALL But my father would
know" She hesitated, glanced at tho
house. and then back mt Thorn. "Per-
haps II would be better II you wore To
come In and ask him." she said.
III IL Is not too much trouble
Owen began.
1T is no trouble mt all :" She un-
latched the gate and held IL open.
"Will you come In ? Down, Toss Be
quiet sir Oh, he never bites-he Is
only excited I"--this with smile at
Alleyn. who. was rcpelling Toss's vocif-
erous onslaught with the end OF his
tishiDg-rod. Then she looked at Owen
again. "This way please think
my father is out here