Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1891-01-29

Inc one praise!
| Not he whose voice among the busy throng
In blatant vainly glorious pecan floats;
| Bnt in the music of ifes golden song
He strikes Tor me contents soft tender notes,
| The one l laud.
| Not he who on the gatish day afar
Bursts like a sudden sun with blazing light;
But he whose life light is polar star
| OF sympathy in stormy and night,
The one l trust!
Not he whose rootless faith the tickle hours
OF lime conSign to duSt-a wayside doom:
But one whose, truth until death p.rt," bears
Which is enterity shall ever bloom
The one love!
MISS SOMEBODYELSE.
WILLIAM z. BALDWIN.
If you have ever been engaged to two
girls at once you know exactly how Harry
Pollard felt after the second Lenox Club
assembly.
''I'll cut and run he said to himself
| the following morning as the full realIza-
ton OF his embarrassing position dawned
on his mind. Its devil of a mess"
He pondered the situation for time,
and finally decided to accept an invitation
he had from an old college chum to visit
him at Cape Cod. Harry Pollard forth
with wired his friend Bob Hewitt and told
him he was coming.
| Fiance No. was tall, stately girl
of about 25 She had known Harry Pol
lard ever since they were children. He
had always liked Carolyn Cannon. and
that evening after they had waltzed to-
gether he thought he loved her, and told
her so. She thought she loved him, and
said so. 1t would have been very well, no
doubt, if matters had paused here; but
they didn't.
F;ance No. was Miss Aspinwall-
| Jones, and she wouldn't have captured
Harry Pollard if it hadn't been for very
scheming mamma. When Pollard accept
ed a seat in Mrs. Aspinwall-J carriage
to drive to the assembly he did not dream
! the consequences of the rash act. For be-
fore the cotillon was hall over the schem-
ing mamma had very bad headache
and would Mr.. Pollard mind if she drove
home at once? They might finish the
dance, and very likely could get some one
to chaperone them on their homeward
drive.
Very ikely!''-nothing of the sort
When Harry Pollard and Miss Aspinwall-
Jones got into the brougham before every
body and brazenly started off for a two
mile drive after midnight, significant
gances were exchanged among the on
lockers.
Too bad, you know" said one. He's
too good fellow for her.
It was tacitly understood that she was
hunting his money. She was an awfully
pretty girl and all that, but trightfully
poor.
Miss AspinwalI Jones had passed through
four seasons more or less and was too old a
hand to let such an opportunity pass. 1t
was not every day that she could manage
things to have Harry Pollard alone with
her in brougham.
1t was an alleged fainting fit that did
the business then, and when girl sinks
down on your shoulder, and when her lips
look very red and tempting, what are you
to do? Harry Pollard was but human,
and forgot all about Carolyn Cannon.
When he left Miss Aspinwall- that
night there was an understanding between
them.
But don't tell anyone yet, -" ne said.
Everything seemed to go wrong after
he left Lenox. He missed his connections
at Boston, and at last when he reached his
Cape Cod retreat he found no one waiting
for him at the station.
Rain was falling, and a heavy fog OBJ
scured everything. 1t wrs after s and
! growing dark rapidly. Harry Pollard
stood on the platform in his gray mackin-
tosh, and looked about helpessly.
He questioned the station agent and
| was directed to cottage half. up
, the road. Then he resolutely tramped off,
carrying single hand bag.
| 81 III find the nIopp Oever fear ~ ha
said.
Presently he Came to cottage answer
ing to the description given him. He
walked up the steps, but before he had
| time to pull the bell the door was opened
suddenly, a pair of arms were around his
neck and he was kissed heartily on the
| lips by an extremely pretty girl. He
| didn't seem to mind it, and stood stock
! still in abject confusion. Then the girl
| drew back, saying:
| Bob. dear, I'm so glad to see you"
'Er-wby, really, he began.
The instant he spoke the girl looked
| frightened i wave of color flooded her
! face. As the light from the hall streamed
| on him and she saw his face. her eyes
Harry Pollard retained his self-possession
, enough to note they were blue and awfullv
! pretty-looked very much troubled In
deed, she had something to be troubled
| about.
OH" she exclaimed, and ran swiftly
away.
Harry Pollard watched her, and stood
blinking in the light.
"Duced cordial reception" he said to
himself. Wonder who she is? Not
Bob's wife, of course; know her. His
sister? He had none. And she called
him Dear Bob'-I have this cousin. by
| Jove. Odd I didn't think of it before.
Just returned from abroad. Wish | had
known she was here and wouldn't have
come. I've had quite enough of women;
and she begins like the rest-kissine and
all that sort of thing. My luck follows
me everywhere"
| The door was open and Harry Pollard
| felt that he couldn' walk In so he pulled
the bell and waited
Presently woman came into the hall,
ard the moment she caught sight of Pol
lard she gave him her hand and greeted
him cordially.
Where did you drop from?" she asked.
I'm awfully glad to see you. So sorry
/ Robert is not here
/ 1t was Mrs. Hewitt, of course, and Pol
lard found that they had not received his
telegram, as the wires were down; and as
for Bob Hewitt he was in Boston, but ex
pected home every moment.
You ii find it awfully dull here" said
Bob's wife; but Cousin Lou is with
US. and want you to like her very much >
And he did like her very much. When
she came down to tea her face was still
burning. and she looked sbyly at him.
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