Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1891-07-16
THE TWO wINIFREnS.


charming girls in the severely simple at
tire that fashion prescribes for travelling.
Without, a tall we'll masculine
figure lies at full length In the grass. face
invisible, beng covered with the owner S
hat. 70 him there saunt9rs up another
gentleman, dark, stylish, wide-awake.
Hello, Carlton! Wake up! Got
something to tell you" And he unkindly
draws away the sheltering hat, disclosing
handsome, angry face.
"Confound you! What makes you poster
fellow iii this warm weather." says the
victim, sitting up disconsolatelv.
Ibid | spoil your nap? Have cigar
instead wanted to tell you of the ar
riyal-Winifred Dunbar, the great heiress
with her cousin and companion. There
is chance for you TO get rich wife, my
f'Don't want one. Hang this cigar; it
won't draw! A poor man like myself
can t afford to marry rich wife"
II should say that he couldn't afford to
marry anything else" laughed the other,
and Winnie Dunbar is beauty as well
as an heiress. YoI don't often meet such
prize'
You had better make up to her your
self, y said Carlton. dryly.
Perhaps SHALL and leave you the
cousin, who is also u beauty i'll another
style Hanged If III tell you which is
which, though! And you'll never find it
cut from the manner of our hosts toward
them There are no worshipers Of the
golden calf in this house. y
'Humpb," said Carlton, and smoked a
few minutes in silence, then he broke
out:
GuTlo 100, +Lo+ ,,,orr;oo q ,,oD,o,o fo,.
her money is the meanest creature that
1rawls upon the earth! You have money
enough of your own, Russell, for your mo-
tives to be above suspicion, but as tor-by
Joye! | would not marry rich women
if | loved her ever so well! I've no fancy
for the name of fortune hunter"
Bravo, Don Quixote!" laughed his
friend. Now suppose we go and take ID
swim. You need some cooling off. y
They stroled away unconscious of fair
eyes watching them.
Then said one young lady to the other:
IF that fellow does not marry a rich
woman my name is not Winifred Dun
bari"
few days later Mrs. Marshall and her,
guests were grouped together on the lawn
the ladies with some dainty needlework,
Mr.. Russell reading aloud to them; Jack
Carlton IN his favorite pos tic n, fiat on his
back in the grass working at certain
problem which had been troubling him
for some days-which was Winfred Dun
bar? That tall, stylish blonde in pale
blue, with proud lilies on her bosom, or
this graceful, dark-eyed fairy in plain
white lawn?
The fair-hair one for money! She
looks more like fashionable beauty, as
Frank Russell says the heiress was. Not
that charming little gypsy. Providence
never would bestow a fortune on a CIR
with such bewitching face. 1t would bt
two much partially. But she doesnt
hook much like poor relation, either, | c
give a good deal to hear one of those
young ladies call the other by her Chris
tlan name.
Said the fair Miss Dunbar:
Winnie. have you needleful of violet
si!k?"
SAID the dark Miss Dunbar:
No, Winnie; but can get you some
from upstairs.
Jack fairly gasped.
Later he learned that both the cousin,
bore the same name, Winifred Then he
began to notice that the dark Miss Wini
fred dressed more simply than her cousin
and that she was always ready to otfe
small services which the other accepted
calmly. And one day the young lady ex
pressed it as her opinion that riches mus
be great burden, although to be sur
Cousin Winifred had such mind fo
finances! But for her part she hoped M
one would leave her fortune. This wa
said in a confidential way, with her grea
eyes looking earnestly inco his.
And what eyes the little thing has,
thought Carlton. They look a fellow
heart right out Ct his body"
After that Carlton considered his frs
problem very happily solved. Anothe
had taken It's place. How much none,
was necessary for the luxury of marriage
Frank Russell was counting the blond
Miss Winifred, without any attempt a
disguise. Perhaps his example was
little bit infectious. At all events Carl
ton and the brunette, Miss Winifred, wer
thrown much together. and their conf
Dental talks increased in number and in
terest On the last day of Cartons visi
he took farewell stroll with his 'charm
ing little gypsy"
They stopped on little rustic bridg
thrown over hollow. They were telhn
each other their first impressions.
$50 you thought my cousin looked as
she had been born in the purple; and pra!
what did you think of me?''
You'll be angry"
''Oh, no | won't"
Well, then, said to myself: What
dear little gypsy.'''
OF course Miss Winifred was not b
angry. She had said she would not b.