The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1891-03-30
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with more mistaken name. A bel
hgerent state was my normal condition.
do not remember my nurses, but have
grace enough TO pity them The miideat
of my teachers considered me '.unruly,
and you can ask Geoffrey what he
thought of me a year ago. Now it IS
different. have found my master. and
j believe rather like it. This is how il
came about:
Geoffrey had asked me three times to
marry him, and three times I had said
mo" in the most decided manner. But
that never made the least difference to
him. He only laughed, and said would
know my own mind better next time.
.sI suppose" said. you mean to ASK
me once a quarter?
"Is that enough?"
.sToo often great deal. SIR"
well, then, we viii say once in six
months, Miss Oliver
And then he walked snilingly away.
and began some nonsensical talk with
father about DIR. Koch and his bewilder-
ing theories.
The last asking was just at the begin
ming of warm weather, and father, who
thought Geoffrey's opinion infallible.
asked him where he would advise us to
go for the summer.
had made up my mind to go to Long
Branch, and l said so very distinctly.
but Geoffrey proposed some out of the
way place in the Virginia mountains.
Then he painted it in such glowing col
-ors that nothing would satisfy father
bat personal investigation. It was all
Geoffrey's doing, and ! told him so at
the railway station.
.'It is your doing, SIR" said. land
shall remember you for it,
Thanks, Olive" he replied; there is
nothing fear but forgetfulness.
i wanted to speak Enthusiastically To
him, but the train moved, and felt that
it would be only waste of material.
At the end of the second day we got to
our destination. It was pretty place,
must acknowledge that. Nature had
done all she could for it, but art and civ
ilization 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 big white hotel-there always
is. have no doubt if we had gone to
Stanley falls or Guthrie we should have
found hotel and proprietor-the in
stitution is ubiquitary. We procured
rooms, and my trunks were with some
difficulty got up the hill and the fight
Of wooden steps into the halls
II suppose" l said, with resigned
look at father, there is no use in taking
them upstairs. can have no use for my
dresses here?'
.'As you like. Olive" he replied, in one
of his meek and mild ways, las you like,
dear: that gray thing you have ON looks
pretty well. and it does not show the
dirt
After this remark of course I had every
trunk, bonnet box and sachel taken up
stairs; and the noise and confusion, and
even the occasional bad word their size
and weight called forth. were quite
grateful to me-
1T is not my fault" explained. IF
people will build stairs like corkscrews
am not responsible"
In this amiable mood we took posses
sion, and think, if Geoffrey had known
what was thinking abeut it, as 1 did
up my hair and put on my white even
ing dress, he would have lost trifle of
his self complacency-that is, if men
ever do make a loss of that kind. The
first thing that pleased me was the sup
per. 1t really was good, particularly
the berries and cream. which are spe-
cialty with me.
''But, sir" inquired, .'are there any
Christians here besides ourselvesT
'-It is to be hoped SO, Olive. I saw ii
little church in the valley"
'tPshaw, fatheri did not mean church
Christians, l mean society Christians
'tAh. they are different, are theyi
Well. what do You think of Augusta
Pennington for ChristianY'
Augusta Penningtoni Is she here?'
asked, amazed.
mo, she is not, but her brother lives
within two miles, and he has a daughter
about the same age as yourself. Mrs.
Pennington wrote them we should be
here today; they viii doubtless call in
the morning"
Well, did not care if they did. The
dresses in my trunks were sufficient tc
inspire any woman with comfortable as
surance. The next morning l made a
beautiful toilet, but neither Mr.. nor Miss
Lacelles called. Just after supper
heard little stir and hustle on the
stairs, rippling laugh, the rustic oi
silken robes, and, leaning on her fathers
arm, Miss Lacelles entered. She was
beautiful; l saw that at a glance; tai
and pale and ladylike, reminding you Of
n fair white lily.
We soon struck up friendship
girls friendship, mean. Some one ha.
said that there is no friendship between
the sexes, and some one is mistaken,
think, for the world holds no safer frienc
for woman than an honorable man. a
woman's friendship is very likely to bt
the result of convenience, contiguity, oi
OF being, as my father rather sneeringly
remarked, 1.-The only Christian within
hail of each other" Mary showed m,