Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1891-03-12
HARRY'S FILTRATION.

4 ~Ne1 FS&~AsAA "a kAc WuOuu14e motel. a
delicious breeze stirred the honeysuckie
vine that climbed the t.silis. Several
guests were expected to arrive, among
them an heiress, 50 rumor had il. and as
usual no small amount Of interest was
awakened. There was q murmur among
the guests rs slender girl. becominriy
attired. made her way up the broad
steps.
She was n fair example of that rare
and curious blending Of blonde and
brunette which we sometimes meet.
Her face was fair, her hair a brown
with a rich golden hue, and her eyes
were large and dark.
She was woman capable Of intense
love or hate. As Harry Marsh gazed
upon her he grew suddenly pale. Then
u passed away, giving place TO deepen
ing flush Of embarrassment. His COM
panion, Frank Hale, handsome. fun
loYinx fsilow. obsqxred Harry's ernhar-
razsment, and with ) in4fry twfnkle n,
his black eyes, said:
81 declare, Hal, you blush As il the
heirass' was an old fame of yours
And he laughed in low, musical way.
81 know my face showed seeming aei-
tation just now, but there's really moth
ing the matter with me-"
Now, Harry, old fellow, you need
not apologize.
81 am not going to. But, Frank.
weren't you ever surprised into blushing
when somebody resurrected n half for
gotten sentimental memory Of the pasts
Let me see. I'll venture to say that /
can make you blush How about that
Elsie Maydew affair of yoursy'
Frank Hale's cheeks did brighten a
little. But he well knew that n stronger
feeling than mere embarrassment had
agitated his friend.
"Pshaw" exclaimed Frank Hale. with
penetrating look into the half averted
race OF Harry Marsh. ''You are agita-
ted. You have met this young lady be-
fore, somewhere. Now own up-or Is Il
a secret!'
harry Marsh was a fair, curly haired
young man of five and twenty, of n SEN
sinve, romantic disposition. Frank Hale
and he were old college chums. Harry
stroked his blonde mustache for n mo.
ment in silence. Cutting the tip off of
his cigar, he placed it between his Iips.
forgetting to light it.
"How much of secrety" he answered
indifferently. Then, turning suddenly
toward his friend, said: what do Won
know about her. You seem very rnucb
concerned about herr
"Oh, nothing" replied Frank, "except
what rumor says"
"ARd what is thati"
at is to this effect: That she has re.
Gently risen from poverty to affiuence.
that she Is engaged to a poor young pro.
lessor, o geologist, who was formerly n
schooi fellow OF hers. A poor young
professional man Is sure to catch such 4
prize, isn'they
Yes suppose il In ON account of
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gentlemanT
Harry felt not little anxiety as he
asked this question.
Edward Grey is his name, believe"
replied Frank, land by the way, un-
derstand he is to come here also in search
of fossils"
Harry with q sort of nervous eager
ness of movement lighted his cigar.
Now, Harry, for your secret. When
and where did you first make the ac-
quaintance of this young lady, and what
is her name?'
harry sat in silence a moment, as il TO
collect his ideas. He tilted his chair
back, removed his hat, wiped the perspi-
ration from his brow, and said:
Her name is Viola Craig. met her
In small rustic village in Maine about
two years ago."
"And there was u bit of romance be-
tween you, chr
Very little on her part-a mere fiirta-
ton on mine. can tell You one thing,
she has not gained all her beauty in two
years. She struck me as unusually
beautiful for a rustic when I first met
her."
why don't you tell me the romance
that lies back Of that statement of
yourss" said Frank.
Harry with some reluctance said:
about two years ago the summer
was exceedingly hot and was badly in
need of rest, SO I resolved to go ON a
hunting and fishing expedition. Having
heard of the facilities Huntsville afford
ed for hunting and fishing and pictur-
esque scenery, / packed up my grip, took
my rifle and fishing rod, and started. /
arrived one fine summer morning Mt
Huntsville and obtained board with the
Craigs. They were poor, and added to
their income by taking summer board
ers. Viola was an only daughter, still
in her teens. / could not help admiring
her artless beauty and grace, and soon
f.aor 1xwsxa fre.1 n&4 4
In those fragrant summer twilights.
followed as they were by evenings of
silvery moonlight, we sauntered down
the pleasant country road and stood
upon the bridge gazing upon the sheet
of water. calm and deep, which stretched
out before Us. The day sped rapidly
into weeks; our hearts seemed gay and
happy, everything was enjoyed with a
xest which the utmost confidence and
freedom from restraint can insure. But
alas! one day Viola's father called me 10
him and sternIy asked:
do you wish to marry viola2
II was 50 thoroughly surprised that I
answered decisively:
"'No.'
$50 thought replied Mr.. Craig. I
did not believe that a rich, handsome
young fellow like you would wish to
marry poor country girl. and desire |
you to direct your attention elsewhere,
for she is engaged to a worthy young |
man Of this place That day / left |
Huntsville, and no adieus were spoken
So ended my little Irritation"
"Wen, Harry. you have given me
quite poetic recital, but you ought not !
70 make such an ado over o mere firta-
ton Let rs 60 up the lake and back