Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1890-03-13

All the same. l knew we should
get to some girl or girls before long.
Nice girls, too, aud very beautiful
quietly dressed citizens daughters
that sort of thing. Got into talk with
this fellow. Were as friendly and sweet
and modest as dear little German girls
only can be, or used to be in those days
The fellow talked a good deal too
They were interested in England and
his studies, and so on. One of them
had lovely eyes. Went away, of course.
Fellow went there next morning.
They came again
Wrong, Sir. They didn't. He was
sorry. But they came the morning
AFTER
Oh, confound it! that all comes tc
the same thing. They came, anyhow.
They did. Acquaintance grew and
grew. They would sit on the grass
and talk for an hour at u tlme-they
three
Always three?'
'Always-at first
Thought so.'
Like Il good fellow, let me 90 on IN
my way. Or you tell me the story, il
you know all about it,
Well, almost think could. The
regular sort of thing, | suppose-the
fellow you knew fell in love with the
girl who had the eyes. and, for some
reason or other, she couldn't marry
him, and they were miserable, or she
did marry him, and they were happy.
Can't be anything else. Did marry or
didn't marry, there's the only differ
ence.
Roundell laughed rather gloomy
sort Of laugh. In this case ii was dldu' t
marry he said but We may AS wei!
60 regularly through with th. story, as
we have begun it. It's not quite so
commonplace as you suppose. Well,
these girls came very regularly In the
mornings, and sometimes they even ar
ranged to meet the fellow of evenings
on rare occasions, though. Once there
was sort Of saturnallan masquerade in
the open air in the gardens of the old
Schloss, and the girls gave The fellow a
hiEt that they were to be there, and
how they were to be dressed, aud he
found them out. She was dressed like
aSwiss peasant girl-bodice and sleeves,
short skirts, you know.
'Yes-siyer spoon in the hair, liberal
display of ankles. Go on.
Ny friend looked grim at my levity,
and | felt bound to excuse myself by
saying that as l didn't personally know
the fellow who Was the hero of this
romance, might be forgiven if | spoke
too lightly OF his idols ankles.
Roundell went on: 1T was the
queerest sort OF thing, the meetings OF
these three-the three always, until
just the end. There really wash t any
love-making in pa tcular, although the
fellow grew at last to be madly in love
with the girl with the eyes. She called
herself Dorothea; the other was Meta.
They We're cousins, they said, daughters
Of worthy trades people who supplied
things to the Schloss. They used to
talk about books. The girls were par
tlcularly interested in English noyels
and poetry and art, and | don't know
What all. The poor fellow was con
fouudedly happy. And, do you know,
i think studious and poetic young fol.
lows of that age are wonderfully pure.
This fellow wasn't any better than any
Of the rest of us, but, by Jove his love
for her was as pure as the love Of
" oman.
Did she fall IN love with him.
well, it came out in his sort of way.
He Was rather a good looking young
fellow then, though perhaps you would
not think so now-fellows change So
and he was full of poetry and passion,
and that sort Of stuff, just at the age
when a man would be delighted to give
his life for a woman. Well, sir, one
morning she had little flower IN her
hand and as they were parting, she
1eid it in an uncertain sort Of way, as
f she wer e gong to offer it to him. He
extended his hand the flower dropped
le reached down for it she reached
lown for it; their hands touched one
one single little moment-by
love. as short as this puff of smoke
md when she looked up her face WAS
III crimson and then she turned way
nd she knew AS we'll us Heaven does
hat the fellow was in love with her,
nd he knew that she loved him.
Roundell paused in his story. The