The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1890-06-13
NAMES EPISODE.
BY EDITH f. K~NIGHTwOOD.

q bAS IA . SobbDhhiohs
sOh, girls-oh, girls!" exclaimed
Mamie Burton, rushing wildly up to a
crowd of three girls, "guess what"
"What is it, oh, what is it?" from
the three girls in a chorus.
"Why, the master of the Grange has
returned" she cried, looking at them
triumphantly, and feeling that she
had impaired news equal to a bomb.
shell. "And I've seen him." still more
triumphantly.
"Oh!" in a series OF gasps.
"Does he wear a big hat?"
Sand carry a Gamer"
"Has he got a mustache?" asked
the third, pretty Susie Camp, casting
a look of scorn upon her companions
for asking such extremely senseless
questions, "Do tell us, Mamie, and
don't stand there gaping as though
you contemplated swallowing u.s."
"Well, girls, let us sit down here on
the hedge, and l shall endeavor to de-
scribe him. All seated? So far, sc
good. To begin with, he's about two
feet six-no, no, l mean six feet two
a regular whopper! He's got shoulders
about as broad as am long; black
hair and eyes, and such a mustache.
Words are inadequate to describe it,
The kind you read about, girls, and
seldom see. l see Pve got you all
worked up, so I'll just finish him.
Girls" in an awful awed voice, 81
wouldn't marry that man for any
thing-not if he begged on his knees for
a week. He is the s%ternest looking
man you ever saw. His heavy eye
brows are drawn together sin one
straight line and his black eyes and
extremely dark skin makes him look
like some fierce Italian king"
"And he didn't wear a high hat?"
asked Katie Bend, q shadow of disap-
pointment setting on her sunny face.
mo, indeed, Kate, when l saw him,
he was leaning against a tree with his
long legs crossed and g. SLOUGH hat
pushed back carelessly on his head,
surveying the broad acres of the
Grange-and feeling his Importance, I
dare say"-sarcastically.
"Oh, Mamie" exclaimed Laura
Brown, suddenly, "what shall do
about those beautiful roses, now that
he is home. Our table at the festival
tomorrow night will be a complete
failure without them; and we counted
on them so much. | wish he would
have stayed away a little longer"
Have those roses, l will, if l have
got to GO and ask for some," and
Mamie shook her fluffy yellow head res
olutely.
"Why do you not?" urged Laura.
s'It would be a much more honest way
than stealing them!"
"But l hate to Lal. II he was a
woman, 1 would not care"
"As he is d man, why can't you be
a boy; then you wouldn't hate to ask
him. Boys have audacity enough for
anything" and Laura shook her lit
tie head wisely.
"Be a boy! how delightful! declare,
Lal, your head will make you a for
tune yet. l can put one of brother
Sammie's suits on, tuck my hair I'M
der a cap, blacken my hands and I'll
make a splendid boy! I'll do it, see i'll
don't" And the four girls laughed
gleefully at the novel way in which
they were to get the coveted roses.
CAL right, girls, be around at 7:30
sharp. OF couse, you must 60 along
pose | shall have enough roses for
each OF you an armful." And with
another merry laugh, they departed.
Hearing a slight rustic of leaves on
the other side OF the hedge, let US
glance over and see the cause OF it.
There. lying prone on the green grass,
his hands supporting his head, and a
quiet smile playing around the cor
ners of a rather grave mouth, lies a
man five and thirty, answering Ma
mics description of the master of the
Grange.
well, my little girl, you shall have
all the roses you desire. If you are
one.half as pretty as your voice is
sweet, | daresay you will make a
charming little lad. Wouldn't marry
me if l begged on my knees for Il week.
Ha. ha, ha, that's rich! but l shall
have my revenge tonight"
Taking a cigar from his pocket and
lighting it, Mr.. Richard Tremaine, sole
master of the Grange, walked away
with q lighter heart than usual why.
lie couIu not teal. In tact. he was
hardly aware OF it. When he was %.
he met, loved and courted a beautiful
woman. That was when he was a
poor artist and before he had in
heKited the Grange and its vast es-
tates. Though she loved him as well
as her shallow nature would permit,
she cast him aside for a ricber man.
Richard Tremaine was not the man
to wear the willow, but he never
trusted ome afterwards, and al
ways seemed to shun their society,
rather than court it.
The clock chimed seven, then the
cuar.er past. The shadows in Mas