Evening journal., 1891-02-03
HARRY'f6 ) FILTRATION.

. ILlhlA1lUN.
The e rests were seated on the broad.
eooi eranda of the Woodbine hotel; 4
slen sdous breeze stirred the honeysucxle
ne that climbed the trellis. Several
guests were expected to asrive, among
them an heiress, so rumor had il, and as
usual no small amount Of interest was
awakened. There was q murnur among
the guests as a slender girl, becomingly
attired, made her way up the broad
steps.
She was 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 a woman capable Of intense
love or hate. As Harry Marsh gazed
upon her he grew suddenly pale. Then
It passed away, giving place to deepen
ing flush Of embarrassment. His com
panion, Frank Hale, handsome, fun
loving fellow, observed Harry's embar-
rassment, and with merry twinkle in
his black eyes, said:
II declare, Hal, you blush as If the
heiress' was an old flame of yours"
And ne laughed ina low, musical way.
Il know my face showed seeming agi-
tation just now, but there's really moth
ing the matter with me-"
Now, Harry old fellow, you need
not apologize .
Il am not going to- But, Frank.
weren't you ever surprised into blushing
when somebody resurrected a half for
gotten sentimental memory of the past?
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 stronger
feeling than mere embarrassment had
agitated his friend.
'Pshaww exclaimed Frank Hale. with
penetrating look into the half averted
face Of Harry Marsh. You are agita-
ted You have met this young lady be-
fore, somewhere. Now own up-or is it
a secret"
Harry Marsh was a fair, curly haired
young man of five and twenty, Of q SEN
sitiye, romantic disposition. Frank Hale
and he We're old college chums. Harry
stroked his blonde mustache for a mo.
ment in silence. Cutting the tip off of
his cigar, he placed it between his lips.
forgetting to light it.
How much Of a secret?a he answered
indiHerently. Then, turning suddenly
toward bis friend, said: What do YOU
know about her You seem very much
concerned about hergn
"0h nothing, replied Frank, Except
what rnmor says"
''Ana what is that?"
TIT il to this effect: That she has re-
Gently risen from poverty to affiaence;
that she is Engaged to 4 poor young pro
fessor, gaologist, who was formerly
school fellow Of hers. "A poor young
professional man is sure to catch such
prize, isn't heg'
Yes. | suppose it is on account of
their romantic and poetic attributes.
Did rumor include the name Of the-the
Harry felt not little anxiety as he
asked this question
Edward Grey is his name, believe,
replied Frank, "and by the way, un-
derstand he is to come here also in search
of fossils.
Harry with a 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 manner"
Harry sat in silence a moment, as if 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 bit Of romance be-
tween you, eh?r
Very little on her part-a mere fiirta-
tion on mine. can tell You one thing,
she has not gained all her beauty in two
years. She struck me as unusually
beautiful for rustic when / first met
her
Why don't you tell me the romance
that lies back Of that statement Of
yOursf' said Frank.
Harry with some reluctance said:
"About two years ago the summer
was exceedingly hot and / was badly in
need Of rest, 50 / resolved to 20 on
hunting and fishing expedition. Having
heard Of the facilities Huntsville afford
ed for hunting and fishing and pictur-
csque scenery, / packed mp my grip. took
my rife and fishing rod, and started. /
arrived one fine summer morning at
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 ana grace, and l soon
began paying marked attention to her.
In those fragrant summer twiights,
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
ont before us. The day sped rapidly
into weeks; our hearts seemed gay and
happy, everything was enjoyed with
zest which the utmost confidence and
freedom from restraint can insure But
alasl one day Yiola's father called me to
him and sternly asked:
" Do you wish to marry Viola2
Il was so thoroughly surprised that ]
answered decisively:
"'No'