Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1891-03-21
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my baptism called me "olive, and they
lived TO be heartily ashamed of themselves
Tor 1t, for never was their child with a
more mistaken name. A belligerent state
was my normal condition. do not re.
member my nurses, but / have grace
enough to pity them. The mildest Of my
teachers considered me ''unruly," and
you can ask Godfrey what he thought of
me year ago. Now it is different. |
have found my master, and | believe
rather like it. This is how it came
about:
Godfrey had asked me three times to
marry him, and three times | had said
mo, in the most decided manner.
But that never made the least difference
TO him, He only laughed and said I
would know my own mind better next
time,
IL suppose, said, "you mean to ask
me once quarter2"
Is that enoughl"
"Too often, great deal, sirl"
"Well, then, we will say once in six
months, Miss Olive"
And then he walked smilingly away,
and began some nonsensical talk with
father about Doctor Koch and his be-
wildering theories,
This last asking was just at the begin
ming CT warm weather, and father, who
thought Geotfrey's opinion infallible,
asked him where he would advise lis to
20 for the summer.
had made up my mind to go to Long
Branch and said so, very distinctly; but
Godfrey proposed some out -of-the-way
place in the Virginia mountains. Then
he painted it in such glowing colors that
nothing would satisfy father but per-
sonal Investigation. 1t was all Geoffrevs
doing, and told him so at the railway
ststion.
SIT is your doing, SIR" said, ''and
shall remember you for it.
"Thanks, Olive, " he replied; "there
is nothing fear but forgetfulness.
wanted to speak Enthusiastically to him,
but the train moved, and l felt that it
would be only waste material
At the end of the second day We got to
our destination. 1t was pretty place
must acknowledge that. Nature had
done all she could for it, but art and
civilization had passed it by. The men
were simply "frights, and the women
were--well, none too good for the men.
The houses were log-cabins, through
which daylight peeped and the wind blew
as it listed. But there was, OF course, a
big white hotel-there always is. have
10 doubt if VIC had gone to Stanley Falls
or Guthrie we should have found hotel
and proprietor-the institution is ubi-
quitary. We procured rooms, and my
trunks were, with some difficulty, got up
the hill and the flight of wooden steps
into the hall.
81 suppose" l said, with a resigned
look at father, "there is no use in taking
them upstairs, can have no use for my
dresses here2"
cas- you like, Olive, " be replied, in
one of his meek and mild ways; "as you
like, dear; that gray thing you have on
looks pretty well, and it does not show
the dirt"
After this remark, of course, l had every
trunk, bonnet-box and satchel taken up-
stairs; and the noise and confusion, aud
even the occasional bad word their size
and weight called forth, were quite CRATE
full to me.
at is not my fault, - l explained. "If
people will build stairs like corkscrews, !
am not responsible"
In this amiable mood we took posses.
sion, and I think, if Godfrey had known
what | was thinking about it, as did up
my hair and put on my white evening
dress, he would have lost a trihe of his
self-complacency-that is, if men ever
do make loss of that kind. The first
thing that pleased me was the supper.
1t really was good, particularly the ber-
ries and cream, which are speciality
with me.
''But. sir" Inquired, care there any
Christians here besides ouIselves2"
at is to be hoped so, Olive. saw
little church in the valley"
"Pshaw, father! l did not mean
church Christians; mean society Chris
tiaus.
"Ah, they are different, are they9
Well, what do you think of Augusta
Pennington for a Christian2n
"Augusta Pennington! Is she here7n
asked, amazed.
''No, she is not, but her brother lives
within two miles, and he has dauoh
ter about the same age as yourself Mrs.
Pennington wrote them We should be
here to-day; they will doubtless call in
the morning"
Well, did not care if they did. The
dresses in my trunks were sufficient to
inspire any woman with comfortable as
furance. The next morning l made
beautiful toilet, but neither Mr.. nor Miss
Lacelles called. just after supper l
heard little stir and hustle on the stairs,
a ripping laugh, the rustic of silken
robes, and, leaning or her fathers arm,
Miss Lacelles entered. She was beauti-
full; 1 saw that at glance; tall and
pale and ladylike, reminding you of
fair white lily. We soon struck up a
friendship girls friendship l mean.
Some one has said that there is no
friendship between the sexes, aud some
one is mistaken, think, for the word
holds no safer friend for woman than
an honorable man. A woman S friend
ship is very likely to be the result of
convenience, contiguity, or of being, as
my father rather sneeringly remarked,
1.-THE only Christian within hail of each
other" Mary showed me all her dresses