Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1891-09-24

winery INSPIRED 10 super1ntenQ every ar
rangement. and the other who conceived
1t everybody's business but his own to
fetch wood and water, the woman who
would make everybody's life burden
because of the dirt she could not endure,
and the one who thought the best of
everything scarce good enough for her
were all there in full force; and they
who had been warmest friends were dis
covering depths of meanness in one an
other hitherto undreamed Of
They had made camp in the shade of
some fine old pine trees on a grassy pla-
teau that sloped gently down to the rush
ing little creek. pure and cold as the
SHOWS from which it had just parted
They were established in utmost luxury
of camp life. There were two large
wall tents for the ladies and their lords
respectively, each canvas carpeted and
furnished with puffy beds of pine tas-
sells" Rocky mountain feathers" With
four young aspen trees trimmed for cor
ner posts, a pretty canopy of green
boughs had been built over their dining
table, its rough boards covered with a
bright red cloth. There were ham
mocks and plenty of comfortable camp
chairs. books and banjo; and, best of
all, there was cook, who, with the lin
tied means at hand, worked miracles.
There had been little time to get
settled and rested from the hard jolting
journey over the hills. a supper whose
main stay had been the daintily Drowned
trout that had but risen from the creek
to the frying pan, as it were; and now
even the disconnected were forgetting
their grievances in indolent restfulness
around the great cracking fire. The
whole of fallen tree had been dragged
from the woods as back log. and the
dry pine needles were curling and twist
ing as they kindled into delicate EN-
broidery of living fame against the
black background of the night. One
young fellow, luxuriously stretched
upon the ground, was skillfully thrum-
ming soft accompaniment to the
dreamy thoughtfulness that had fallen
upon the party. who were all tired and
little disposed to talk
Now, this is comfort, say" re-
marked young Bardill. at length. laying
down the banjo and waiting as if for
somebody TO argue the point with him
challenge which nobody seemed dis
posed TO accept II can tell you, folks,
it is little different from that night on
the mountain last year when was lost. '
Lost were you really lost? some
body drawled with perfunctory interest.
Great Seott, mani did You never
hear of ityT sitting bolt upright in his
dismay that anybody should have re-
manned inignorance of the oneoccason of
his life when it had been permitted him
TO distinguish himself. II should say we
did get lost-Mrs. Rogers and when !
was in the park last summer; got sepa-
rated from our party as we were coming
down Ute peak, and
"Oh, yes" lazily interrupting, Il
heard of that, but thought Bartels was
the hero of that adventure.
'sBartels? well. | should say not in
unqualified disgust at this filching of his
laurels. 'Why, Bartels was hunting
somewhere, forty miles away, at the
time; were you noty' appealing to him.
Il was. thank heaven" with indolent
fervor. as he leisurely clipped the green
tassels from great pine bough in which
he sat enveloped. "You are welcome to
all the glory of that exploit, Bardill.
'Why. Bartels, heard it was YOU
remarked another, turning to him in
some surprise
''Well, repeat that it was not" with
an indifferent laugh. Little did he guess
what this mistake had cost him. 1.-Two
or three people spoke to me about it at
the time. 1t was the simil Of name
that misled them. Your e is Dan, !
believe." turning to Bardi
Yes; but | thought name was
Dennis then. And NJ ! Rogers made
her husband take such pains to keep it
out of the papers" modify complained
the one thus defrauded Of fame. There
was no reason on earth that could see
for being so confoundedly sly about it,
Anita leaned back in her chair, sick
and faint. She was not surprised;
vaguely she had known herself wrong
| long ago, but with stubborn pride she
had been shutting her eyes to the truth,
willfully keeping her jealous anger alive.
But she could no longer refuse to see.
She knew now that in giving herself up
to the demon of jealousy she had sold
herself body and soul. Of her own will
she had put her happiness beyond her
reach, had thrust her husband as far
from her, had made him as little to her
as any one of those other men indiffer-
emily laughing around the fire. With
dozen words he could have brushed all
her mistakes away, and she had never
given him the chance. In her narrow
scheme of revenge she had wished him
to think her possessed of a passion for
Gray; and now she knew what was
meant by the curse of an answered
prayer. She started up, walking swiftly
back into the darkness, longing to be
alone in her pain; but Donald was quick
to see her movement
"What is it, Mia? Do you want any
thing Can't go and get it,"
81 am going for drink Of water" she
returned. la.ue'v wing, as she walked