New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1891-08-23


thing in your life so smart as she is. She did
that
She jumped up from her chair and held the
lamp to the tidy on the chair-back. A picture
Of the old windmill which is one of the
landmarks of the town was worked in red on
the white towel. Il have these tides to sell.
They 60 cents We don't charge any more for
them because my husbands mother says she
don't think they arc worth any more She did
every stitch herself.
Vaguely my friend take her purse from
her pocket and vaguely knew that we were
going to have one Of my husbands mothers tides
which bore an outline Of the old windmill.
l felt that something must be done. We needed
rest; and we did not need that tidy. and how did
/ know that there not other things which
chat old lady had made which we should be re-
questcd to buy and would feel that we ought
TO buy because the maker was an old lady and
did them all herself.
rose 10 my feet with alacrity: my friend fol-
lowed my example She said we were very tired.
Our hostess said she knew we must be very
tired. Sho took small lighted lamp from the
hall and led the way upstairs. On the stairs We
met slender girl in a white flannel suit with
a white rovy cap on her head. She had small
face very much tanned and extremely brilliant
eyes She nodded slightly at guide. When
our room was reached guide entered with US.
as if inadvertently. She did not Immediately set
the lamp down, and we had piercing sense
that We were now worse off than we had been
in the paror for while we could leave her room
we could hardly put her out of ours.
Did you notice Mat girl we just met ?" she
asked
We said we had noticed her We began 70
take of our gloves with decided air. We put
our hats on some chairs. The floor was Very un.
even and soped down toward one side. as old
floors will. There great beam across the
ceiling, and heavy beams showed round the upper
edges of the room.
Her name is Myra Roberts," said this woman,
still with the lamp in her hand. She's been
here for this makes the third summer. She lives
ont in Chillicothe. She came first because some
of her beau's folks used 10 live here He's some
way connected with the Mitchells didn't expect
she'd come this year because, sinking her voice
to a whisper" she's lost her beau"
We made an inarticulate murmur of surprise
and regret. My friend sat down on the bed and
looked at her boots as if she had thoughts Of
removing them from her feet Then she looked
up and said with feeling that it must be very
sad 70 lose your beau. She never had lost one,
but
Yes, indeed" broke in our hostess II expect
it went awful hard with Miss Roberts, though
she amt one that tells all she feels
Is it long since his death ?" asked, now try
ing TO become resigned to the prospect of not
being permitted TO go 10 bed at all.
Oh, he amt dead lie didn't die" was the
prompt answer. lie got in love with another
girl. It was dreadful humiliating of course, and
Miss Roberts seems to he one of them proud kind.
No, didn't expect she'd come out this summer
1t was Nantucket girl, too"
What was Nantucket girl % asked my friend
in very melancholy tone
The one he got in love with. You see, never
had the slightest idea that was doing any mis-
chief, but was the that introduced the two.
ia have cut my right hand off sooner than have
done IL if Id had the least idea. Ii was at a
squantum the very last part of last summer.
IL was the last squantum we were going to
have"
Sarah said mans voice at the foot OF the
stairs. Here's somebody that wants to know
about rooms"
As we heard the retreating footsteps on the
stairs We turned and looked at each other
think we both felt that We had been Provi-
dentially permitted to have nights rest
In the morning we examined the room The
door was locked and knew our hostess could
not get in unless she up a ladder and through
/ window.
There was large frame over the manteL and
IN this, IN great many little frames, was a
collection of ambrotypes, doubtless of the line of
Collins and Mitchells. We felt sure that if we
this frame we should hear a history
If every ambrotype face in il. There was
'hIOno, whose subject was so intricate that we
'eased trying to make it out. And, inevitably,
here was the picture of the DuXom fisherwoman
oming home with basket of fish strapped on her
A. a lOl irO hab in bar
PICTURES OF tSherwOmen seemed formed, not for
he sake Of art solely, but 10 teach the feminine
vorld That there Is no lot so easy and thoroughly
nVldpe as that where female human being
arrles fish on the back and child in the arms
1nt some things do not affect my friend as they
a ieh She turned away, from this illustration
vita the following remark:
In spite OF that ernning child and supremacy
Apply looking mother, l don't want to be
We were greatly refreshed by our Sleep but
re took the precautiOn to go softly out on the
andmg and look down and listen 50 that per-
nance we might make n dash down the stairs
nd TO the hotel for our breakfast without en-
or hostess We heard her talking .
omewhere NJ the back of the house, and as
ne mil kman's cart was standing in the road we
elleved she was tsllIing to him.
We had shut the front door ard were almost TO
be gate when the door shut again.
She is going 70 tel us more about the n
Ripe said my friend. "Oh, let Us hurry.'
But step followed us. In a moment the girl
ON Chilllcothe who had lost her beau was Re
'lc sdh goOu morning ana sullleu so
rightly that IL seemed almost impossible TO be-
eve In her loss That smile, however might be
ny part OF the gay mask" which young
dies are supposed TO under such circum-
ances.
Do you take your meals at the Shcrburne
ouse 2? she asked with a perfect imitation of
leerfulness
Yes, we had taken our supper there When we
ld called 10 make the Arrangement the clerk had
XII, klndy retralned from snubbing US that we felt
was doing no more than we ought TO have our
ealS there and pay their exorbitant prices
Yes, they are high" said the girl but you
low IL is something TO have such a clerk and il
~ come 10 Nantucket in the summer you must
axe up your mind TO be looked upon in the light
prey"
And yet the guide-books all speak of the mod
ate charges here, said l.
She laughed.
" Oh. II you go by them-I call them the mis-
ide-bOol,s -
We entered The hotel dining-room together.