The Press., 1891-12-10

Agnes looked as she felt mortified. "Go this minute, she said sternly, .'and confess your fault to Mrs. Burns and ask her pardon
 'I can't, Miss Agnes, no way and she hung her head. ''She hates me and l can't knuckle to her.
 s'But you must" said Agnes severely. "Go straight or you shall not sit with me evenings. l shall order you to stay in your own room"
 'I will. 1 will. cried Phemy, '.though it's like putin my hand in the fire.
 She ran into the kitchen, and Agnes soon heard Mrs. Burns shrill tones pour ing out vials of wrath In a few min utes Phemy came in sobbing.
 "Did she promise to forgive you. Phe- my?"
 breath. ''l guess she thought was pretty green to tell on myself. when might have lied it'out easy's nothin."
 For several days Phemy was under a cloud. The delightful intimacy with Agnes had been impaired by lectures which the girl pondered in her heart but did not love. However, she loved her young mistress with a passion that knew no abatement, and the experience. though unpleasant. was remedial
 Phemy had not ceased to lament that the picture man" with his machine had apparently left Scrabble Hill before talk ing view of her in her new blue ging- ham. She looked out for him in all her chases about the country, and at last learned that he was boarding at, the McKinstrys, on back road, about three miles from Scrabble Hill, in the direc- tion of the poor farm. All that neigh borhood was Phemy's native heath, and she yearned to go over there not only to get her .'pictuP tuk." but to startle and amaze the residents of the place by the splendor of her new apparel. to which hat with artifcials had now been added At last, to satisfy her teas ing, on breezy afternoon late in May, Agnes and Pheny started on pilgrim age to McKinstry and the poor farm with Selim harnessed to the market wagon. A delicious breeze from the west sent the clouds scudding and skur- rying overhead. and the roads were rough and stony, crossed by brawling brooks, and coming out on solitary farms where savage dogs flew out at them from lone houses. and hard times seemed to keep company with poor soil But every foot of the way led deeper and deeper into an enchanted land of lovely blue hills and green val leys, lovely and sweet with much waving grass and running water. At last, on the edge of broad meadow with clear brook marked by some no- ble elm trees. Phemy spied the top of q white umbrella above the wild roses and blossomed elders
 That's himi" she cried excitedly; that's the pictur mani Oh. oh. ohl Do stop the horse and let's be took in 6 groupp 6&f4f
 Agnes face flushed, then turned scar let She had just raised her whip, and inadvertently she gave Selim 8 smart cut over the back which the delicately skinned, high strung animal immediate ly resented by shieing and jumping into the ditch. Phemy uttered shrill scream that only frightened him the more, and the ''pictur' man"-who at that moment was seated on campstool transferring the likeness of the scenery to the can vas before him with paint brush and colors- -jurnped up, knocked his easel into the wild hedge and sprang over the fence to the rescue:
 '.Agnesly Miss Ransoml'' he cried. not knowing that hei had uttered word. The wagon was on it's beam ends. with Selim sliding down an embankment on all fours He seized the horse by the bit with 2 powerful hand and forced him up into the road. backing the wagon until they stood on level ground. And then, still keeping hold of the horse. he took of his hat and gravely bowed to the confused young lady. who had drop ped the reins and whose face was still covered with an ebbing crimson tide.
 "Did you put yourself just there with your white umbrella on purpose to frighten skittish. horsesg' she managed to say at last. ''l thought you were in Europe"
 The young man looked slightly dAzed as he stood there in the road with his hat of, having forgotten to put 1t on again.
 q came back from Europe as soon as I heard, that you were no"
 ''Oh. cried Agnes with great show of vivacity, ''you arc the young person who has been wandering about the fields with photographic camera, and chance led youinto the neighborhood of Scrabble Hill.
 It was now the young fnan's turn to hIyxo1, So~ h2O x,<>a% <,f< <on
 Pardon me for coming here, Miss Ransom" he said in . low voice. "I could not keep away"
 "Why should pardon you, MT. Fal- lon? Are not the roads open to travelling photographers and all varieties"
 "Of tramps, " he added quickly.
 '.It h you that say 1t, MT, FAllon. not