The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1891-10-16

desh-and blood embodiment of her late
wistful imaginingsa
"verv well .he ..;A -. Cur
choicest flowers are beyond the palms
there"
Shele the way. When great cactus
leaf threatened to brush her face he
pushed it aside, and then they smiled at
each other in friendly fashion.
Pm not long in these parts, /" he ve1-
stnred. "we're here for the summer,
my mother and I. We've rented the
Flagg place. You know iti''
Oh, yes, Ethel knew the FIagg place.
6hc did not; but shs was il the spirit Of
IT now, and enjoying it. She felt equal
to any needed mendacity.
"Right up among the hills" ske o.
served-every place in West Bedford
being right up among the hills.
"Yes. Do you know anything about
y Ishootings" asked the young man,
Lnxiously. els there any2"
"Any amount" Ethel rejoined, with
enthusiasm.
"Whew, but I'm glad" he said boy
ishly. "What's the country without
shooting, and fishing, and boating, and
all the rest2 But then I'm an enthusiast,
a crank, to be candid. I'm addicted to
outdoor doings as no fellow ever was"
"It's a healthy TASTE" Ethel 70.
| marked.
He had not appeared, and it piqued
her little, to be as greatly struck by her
charms as men invariably were; but her
ksAdilEXJ aX@pashstie %snHsss mann s.iasd- for
He had taken of his soft cap and was
absently crumpling it, which showed his
dark hair and the crinkle in it.
$50 it is" he agreed, land productive
OF healthy conditions. l can outwalk
anybody but professionals, reckon"
He laughed
"I wish I could, Ethel said, sincerely.
Its all in getting used to it, you
Know" ne rejoined. ga little every
day. Can you row2"
81 never learned"
She had wanted to but her mother had
opposed it.
"oh, but you ought I contracted
that fever at college; but it has served
me well. l had great time down on
the river here yesterday. / caught four
eels, four old shoes and a mud-turtle."
They laughed jovially.
"But discovered-I VOW ia totally
new kind of water-weed"
"You and Thoreau should have trav-
eled together"
he not genius2"
1t did not seem to strike him oddly.
the florists daughters having read
Thoreau, but he looked at her with ad-
miring, frightened eyes.
There was blue lacing in his flannel
shirt; his hands were large, strong,
tanned.
Ethel noticed everything with strange
inward tremor. 1t. was as though her
hero had fallen from the skies.
"Your f1owersl" she murmered.
"'d forgotten them!" he vowed,
laughing. They're for young lady, so
SUIT your own taste, and she'll be suited, |
probably"
"Oh!" Ethel said, family.
eyes: young lady I've never seen,
either. But her brother was classmate
Of mine at college. He's away, but I've
lound since I've been here that his fam.
lily is sum nering here. So thought I'd
call to. morrow. morrow ."''" s"""-- t"-d-v ""a
ooh, yesl" Ethel assented.
She was arranging flowers briskly now.
Of course! Flowers for his classmates
sister. Who was chez Size might be
one of hundred stylish girls. West
Bedford was full of them.
Ethel frowned.
"She can wear them to the dance to-
night" she suggested, coolly. 81 know
there is on.-at the hotel"
81 know there is oae," he rcjoinel, |
with a faint groan. "AIy mother wishes
me take her to look on. shall draw the
line at dancing. never care to, after
long tramplng day, as I've made this.
I've covered ten miles, | fancy. Pm
talking Of n tramp trip in Scotland next
fall"
But the florists daughter was absorbed |
in the flowers.
"Some smilax2" she said, with profes-
sional indifference.
''oh, anythingr' he responded, try
ing to catch her eye again.
'And few white camellias" she
said. not letting him.
~ am sure it will be exquisite" he
answered.
What was the matter with hera A
worried look came into his handsome
eyes, but she was not noticing.
"You mustn't think" he said pre-
sently, "that l am worthless, idle fellow,
gadding about for my aim!ess amusc-
mcnt. l fear you do. I'm in business
stock brokerage my mother has
insisted on my taking year off because
[ had believe, really, it wasn't much
more than severe cold-last winter"
Ethel smiled little. That last state
ment, that he worked, was the last
shred of proof she had required to con-
firm her growing certainty that he was
oh, he was-a man-an ideal man!
And she wished he had not completed
that proof; for were not these flowers
to go to-day to his schoolmate's sistera
Was he not going to call on her to-mor
rowf
''Tvc done my BEST" she said, her
smile not very steady. 81 hope she'll