Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1891-10-10

70 run away. anu Tue cFeek ~ hOb UT
enough 10 make il worth while to fal
in. and the only thunderstorms W,
have had have been when we were II
bed. II only we had some other mel
TO stir these up With" sighed Edith.
1T seemed to me that when Rober
was saying he would get the blackboard
and drive me alone to the Glen, while
yon four came in the rockaway, he wa'
thinking about soinething-something
serious. do believe His look was
not like his usual looks, said Lily re
| tlectively
well. we shall see. and | shall write
to papa tomorrow morning that we will
be ready to go home on Saturday, for
If nothing comes of this Glen trip or
the moonlight walk we need not waste
any more time here, said Edith, as she
extinguished the light and threw her
self impatiently on her creaking bed.
The Glen trip was a perfect success
so far as lovely weather, an excellent
luncheon and devoted attention from
the men could render it so. But, alasl
il was not attentions, but intentions,
which the girls required. and they we're
actually relieved when they reached
the farmhouse, Just before supper.
"See that storm coming" exclaimed
Lily, as they were dressing
IF only it had come while we were
in the woodsl With the wind roaring
and the thunder crashing we might
have come to an understanding. Men
always feel tenderly toward the women
they protect from danger or fright.
"Just our luck. " assented Agatha.
The men had promised to come down
after supper, and the girls were anxious
lest the storm should prevent them,
and it threatened to be heavy. Clouds
of dust rolled along the road, and the
girls. who went to the porch as soon as
supper was over, listened gIoomily to
the thunder.
Whats the good of n thunderstorm
when there's not man aroundl l
wish some one would come. | would
welcome any onel" exclaimed Edith.
Just then "a carriage hurried up the
road and stopped at the gate. This
gate was at the side of the house, and
as Mrs. Cracken went out in response
TO a call the three girls looked through
the vines at the end of the porch and
saw three women alighting.
Eyes, of course you may stay; you'd
never get there dry. Come right around
here" And the good soul led her new
guests to the porch.
The three girls who had been wishing
for any one were confronted with three
Of the prettiest young women imagina-
BILE, gowned to perfection.
"Oh. horrorsl more fisher maidens"
Lily.
One of the ladies turned to Mrs.
Cracken and said: 1--WE have heard |
now kind you are, Mrs Cracken. Let
ne introduce Mrs. Robert Somers and
Mrs. Charles Rich. am Mrs. Law
.ence, and must thank you for TAX
ng such good care of my husband. "
Mrs. Cracken bowed and then intro
luced her boarders, with an embar-
rassed air. But no embarrassment was
shown by the Misses Andrews, They
declared they were charmed to meet
the ladies from the Bay cottages and
wished the meeting had come sooner,
for they had been SO lonely, but had
promised papa to stay perfectly quiet
this summer, after being so constantly
gay last winter. Yes, they had seen
the gentlemen several times and were
sure they must be tired of their life at
q stupid camp all this time. The wives,
to whom the men had merely said that
an old maid was looking after some
young neces at Cracken's, played their
part equally well
They explained that they had re-
fused the delights of camping, and had
been enjoying the cool bay side, and
wished they had known of these young
ladies having been buried in such dull
seclusion. They would have called, of
course All this polite fiction was pub
lished before the storm came, and,
after all, it was only a shower, soon
over, and Just as the wives were order
ing the carriage to proceed on their
way to surprise their husbands, these
young men came gayly to the farm,
and then, of course, every one had
pleasant evening,
When the guests were gone Mrs.
Craoken put her head out of her bed
room door, as the sisters went up to
bed, and said, in tone of deepest
concern:
Say, never knowed them fellers
was married.; l thought they was
sparkin you'ns,"
"Oh, my What a joke, dear Mrs,
Cracken Why, these people are dear
friends of our cousin, Mr., Thomas
Shaw, of Chesterfield" exclaimed
Edith, with a merry laugh.
But when the sisters were in their
room they looked at each other with
rage and shame in their pretty eyes
II wish were French girl, moaned
Lily.
II wish were dead, sobbed Agatha,
Edith simply remarked, Better luck
next time"
And this is the American way, Eve
Muller in Pittsburg Bulletin.
StnrAa A, ENGLAND