The Logan County banner. [volume] (Logan, W. Va.) 1889-1903, 1890-07-10

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return; will you give me your arm1
&c Twas man srSsn gfzgsa'1
ence. / 0swsh Jones' 81 the Middle
temple, Barrister-at-LsW, one q the
rising men, The papers sAid. had CON l
oemnea myself 70 spend my vacation In
an obscure country house, And Dorothy
Braltnwaite tbut rather pretty name,
tncught), spfnster. showed herself 20
unimpressed as TO absent herself from
the house the whole day. ielt dis
fssf q pSgs SSer
ssdt WITH the nsh came
Dorothy.
II am sorry am 50 late, aunt" she
said mrs. Wade's Tommy has the
measles, and had to mind her other
oliye-branehes while she fetched the
doctor This = Mr.. Oswald Jenes2
had risen, and she locked at me
with frank smile as We shook hands
y am terribly hungry she said. II
was beginning TO fear that should be
too late to get any thing"
She sat down and began to eat With
healthy appetite. watched her. My
lore bodtng was utterly sthl tifedA Not
angular, put tall and stately; not sal
low, but with complexion OF red and
brown, fair hair and q pair Of eyes so
large, blue, dark-fringed, expressive,
that felt my visit was not In vain.
would have gone twice as far to make
the acquaintance OF the owneR OF such
eyes. She was not prim, but perfectly
self-possessed- She seemed to ignore
me. She seldom spoke during the meal,
and when she did It was to tell her aunt
OF some incident Of her days work. Oc-
casionally she would look up at me, and
! was charmed with her delightful eyes.
When tho ladies left me, did not lin
ger long, but fastened after them. Lady
Pownceby was settling herself for her
post-prandial nap; Dorothy was sitting
at the window, leaning back in her
chair, and looking out into the gather
ing dusk.
Come and sit here, she said to me,
and placed chair opposite her.
You must make yourself at home,
Mr.. Oswald Jones' said a sleepy voice
from the other end of the room. II am
| an old woman; you must put up with my
weaknesses"
Il am rather surprised to find myself
here" l said to Dorothy.
Are you? Aunt often speaks Of you.
She thinks great deal of YOU"
Indeed. / hardly know her.
''She reads the Times, you know, and
whenever she sees your name in the
| law ports, she reads them with ten
fold interest. Here's Mr.. Oswald Jones'
name again, she will say; really
must know more Of that young man."
why does she always call me by my
full name2 Why not ME- Jones, SIM
| ply?n
"Oh, there are so many Joneses, you
know. Cur curate's name is Jones, and
no doubt she calls you Oswald Jones to
| distinguish you from him"
| Perhaps Dorothy was to be assistant
curate Iii more particular sense.
Strange to say, felt jealous. But |
was prevented from asking any qucs-
tions by sudden introduction to another
inmate of the house. Something stirred
behind the curtain at my side, and out
sprang large white cat, which. having
been disturbed in its sleep, dug its
claws into the carpet and arched its
back in cat fashion, and then leaped
into Dorothy's lap Dorothy began to
fondle 1t, stroking its head, putting her
head against its, and performing those
many little tricks which ladies and cats
enjoy. Now L abominate the whole
feline race, but the thing hate most in
the world Is a white cat And this cat
especially won my detestation. Its fur
was spotlessly white, and the fact that
could find no fault with it made me
| hate 1t the more. Dorothy spoke to it
and kissed the animal. loathed 1t. -
II hate CATS cried.
.'Popsy hates men," Dorothy serenely
replied. "Mr. Arthur Jones, our curate,
you know. is the only man she will al
low to touch her.
perhaps he is not the only JONES'" l
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