The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1890-10-30

erless to subdue was Gordon Noel. In
the most immaculate and becoming COS
TUNES Of white or straw color that gen.
ial officer would saunter into the club
ct noontide, looking provokingly cool
and comfortable, and, a. he exprSssedit,
without having turned hair"
"Hoti" he would say. "Cal this hotl
Why, bless your hearts, fellows, you
ought to live in Arizona awhilei Gadl
Eve come In sometimes from 0 scout
through the ella desert and rushed for
cold cream to plaster on my nose and
choeln: It would all be melted, Of courBs;
but when I clapped It on 1t would EEzle
Ike 20 much lard In frying pan. And
down at Fort Yuma our hens laid hard
boiled eggs from June to October" And
then his eyes would twinkle with fun,
and he would bury his dark mustache in
the cracked ice Of his julep with infinite
reliSh.
II say" queried Mr.. Morris Of his
chum, Terry, Jr., one languid afternoon
after Noel had jauntily strolled away,
"dont you envy feller who can enjoy
life like thatY
Never saw anything like itr quoth
the younger. zone would suppose that
after being Q slave al mawning in those
beastly worlD / ought to enjoy little
recreation; but I can't, you know"
"QuSer ducks, those army fellersl
Gadl this love making BY proxy is what
gets me-this sort Of Miles Standish
oourtship buSiness. She'sprettier, though,
than the original Priscilla"
"How do you meanr queried young
Terry, vaguely. He had been brought
up under the thumb Of his elder brother,
and from the outset had been given to
understand that II he expected to share
in the profits he must learn the business.
There had been no college for him, and
New England legends were sealed books.
why, I mean that 'twouldn't surprise
me Q bit II we had q modern version Of
the old Why don't you speak for your
self, JohnY Hes with her incessantly." :"
"Ohi Miss Vincent you're speaking Of.
Her names Mabel, l thought, not
what dyou call herT"
'Never mind, Jimmy" said Morris,
rising. "Come and have cigarette"
And It was not only in the club, over
their cigars, that men spoke significantly
Of Noels attentions to the lovely daugh-
tor Of the house Of Vincent. It was not
the men, indeed, who did the greater
part of the talk. II they noticed and
spoke Of It what must not the women
have been sayingi Noel, quitting the
hospitable roof Of Cousin Amos, had
taken rooms down in town, midway
between the club and the Vincent home
stead, and those two points became the
limits Of his field Of action. The With
ers household had gone to the Maryland
mountains, and the massive master Of
the establishment was treating himself
to Q months vacation.
Almost all the pretty girls were gone.
What more natural than that Mr.. Noel
should % frequently seek the society Of
the prettiest Of all, even II she were en-
gagged TO Frederick Lane, as people said
she was before he went awayI There
was no monitorial Amos to call him of,
no one to bid him turn his devotions
elsewhere; and she herself could see no
harm, for was not almost all his talk Of
Capt LaneS Was he not his legal and de-
voted friend2 The captains letters came
every day, and he seemed pleased to
know that Noel had such pleasant things
to say Of him, and was % attentive-or
rather kind, because It wasn't really on
her account that he came 30 frequently.
To be sure, Capt. Lane did not say much
about the matter one way or the other;
and II he saw no harm, II he expressed
no dissatisfaction, who else had any right
10 hnd FAULT
Her mother, was the answer that con-
science pricked into her heart quicker
even than she could think. For days
past the good lady's manner to Noal had
been gaining in distance and coolness.
''She q III ct ease-worried about papa"
was MSbel's attempt ct self satisfying
plea, but conscience again warned her
that she knew better-far better. Her
father, ongroSsed In budneas cares that
seemed only to increase with every day,
had no eyes or ears for afairs domestic;
and % Il resulted that when Noel came
RuntOring In Of evening with his jaunty,
debonnaire, Joyous manner, there was no
one to receive him but Mabel, and he
wanted no one more.
"Does Capt Lane know Of this and
approve IL" was the grave question her
mother had at last propounded.
II have written to him with the ut
most franhness, mother" was Miss Vim
cents reply, while wave Of color swept
over her face and . rebellious light
CLEANED In her eyes, land he has never
limited at such thing as disapproval.
He has more confidence In me than you
have. II he had not" -
But the rest wns left unsaid.
Poor Mrs.. Vincenti She turned away,
well knowing that argument or oppo-
dtion In such matters was mistaken
policy. The words that sprung to her
lips were, "Alasl he does not know you
q I dor but ihe shut those lips firmly,
dgorously denying herself the feminine
luxury Of the last word and the launch
ing Of . Parthain arrow that would have
made, indeed, falling shot. n heaven
ID what it Il painted, there can be no
more Joy over the dnner that repenteth
than over the woman who trampleS
down her herCest temptation and
''bridleth her tongue" Mrs Vincent
deserved 10 be canoni1sd.
And meantime, how went the world
with LAnSe Faithful, honest, dmple
hearted man that he was, holding him
DClf IN such modest estimate, maEveling
q he often did over the fact that he
could have really won the love Of Q be-
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