The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1891-12-25
Copyright. ass. by A. N. Kellogg Newspaper Col
CHAPTER vL-coNr1NUED.

N1-CONI1NOED.
But, if the primitive architecture
shocks your educated eye, you cannot
Ibut be charmed with the gardens, or
yards" as the natives call them, and
fthe orchards which surround them.
In one of the more ambitious of these
,edifices, George Arundel and his faith
sful friend and servitor, William Bladon,
,have taken lodgings.
It is the latter, who in the early
dawn of morning comes forth in his
shirt sleeves to the sidewalk and peers
=anxiously down the road. He is
short, thick-set man, probably about
sixty years of age, with clean-shaven
face and hair as white as snow. Evil
IDENTIFY something has discomposed him,
for his countenance, which usually
wears kindly expression, is clouded,
and even the short wooden pipe in his
mouth from which he puffs huge vol
vumes of smoke into the crisp morning
air fails to give him the accustomed
ssolace. There is as yet no sign of life
in the street. His gaze is fixed intently
.on a small house couple of blocks
away, before which big sign affixed
to a post announces that it is the habi-
tation of ''Mrs. Evesham, milliner and
dreSsmaker."
EAt last the watcher is rewarded by the
sound of wheels and the creaking of I'M
creased axles, and he sees Mr.. James
Dolman of Havana make his appear
ance behind his two shaggy ponies and
drive straight to the garden-gate of the
widows cottage.
The wooden-faced farmer is not kept
long waiting. There IS hum of femi-
nine voices, the door opens, and Wanda
Arlington comes forth, looking in her
white muslin dress and broad straw hat
so fresh and pretty that even Old Bla-
ions eyes soften with honest admira-
rtion. She is accompanied by Mrs. Eve
sham and Kate, the former not looking
much older than when we saw her fif
teen years ago; the latter developed
Iinto handsome young woman of four
snd-twenty-indeed, hers is a beauty
YOU do not meet with every day.
Though in all respects she is contrast
to the girl around whose waist her arm
is encircled, you cannot but confess that
she has as great reason to be con-
sidered perfect type of her peculiar
style as Wanda Arlington herself. The
one, the violet: the other, the rose.
= The one, soft, sweet, modest, radiant,
like delicate flower with a CLEAN of
sunshine on it; the other, dark, vigor-
GUS Juno-lille, as the rainbow-hued
plant nurtured by the passion breathing
sun of the tropics.
Wanda kisses the dear ones good-by
and steps lightly into the seat beside
Farmer Dolman, who, like most coun-
try yollels, is subdued into silence in
sthe presence of ladies. He can scarce
find words to refuse Mrs. Evesham's
offer of refreshment. Then, amid
/; much waving of handkerchiefs and
many last expressions of affection on
-the part of the women folk, the
o. charioteer rasps the horses mouths
with vicious jerk of the rein, utters a
! Iong-drawn-out 'Git a-u-p!" and the
,equipage moves away.
Not until it is quite out Of sight, and
the widows door has been closed, does
William Bladon stir-then taking one
last look up the silent street, he knocks
= the ashes from his pipe and turns his
steps towards rustic seat under an
apple tree in the orchard, muttering
with intense satisfaction: Thank our
lucky stars, that little baggage be off at
last"
In this pleasant retirement, with
nothing to disturb him but the wild
: note of the blackbird or the merry
chirp of the sparrow, he sits for bong
time lost in silent meditation.
Then, a sudden thought seems to
; strike him. He deliberately takes off
his waistcOat and sets to work with his
knife to pick out some stitches, which
had5eound an inner pocket of the gar
= mem. This accomplished. he draws
forth large leather wallet from which
he extracts 4 number of papers careful
J " folded, some OF them in sealed en-
velopes. At last he finds what he is
looking for, photograph. On this he