The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1891-07-18

he could not tell. In fact. he was
hardly aware OF it. When he was 20:
he met, loved and courted a beautiful
woman. That was when he was a
poor artist and before he a IN
herited the Grange and its vast es,
tates. Though she loved him as wen
as her shallow nat ure would permit,
she cast him aside for q richer man.
Richard Tremaine was not the man
to wear the willow, but he never
trusted women afterwards. and al
vavs seemed to shun their society,
rather than court it.
The clock chined seven, then
quarter past. The shadows in Mas,
ter Dicks study were deepening ana
he rang for lights.
II want a good look at him-her, l
should say. I say Thomas" sudden
ly, to the servant who was just retlr-
Ing, "if a boy asks to see me tonight
show him in here"
cat last she cometh," as the door.
bell peals loudly.
"A young lad wishes to see you,
sir" announced Thomas.
The "young lad" enters.
"Good evening, sir"
"Good evening, my boy" with .
slight emphasis on the boy: els there
anything l can do for you?'
eyes sir, please, a-young lady sent
me to ask If you would please give her
some roses for the festival tomorrow
night" The lads voice trembled per.
ceptibly, and the truth is he: would
have given all he possessed if he was
safely out in the open air, and a pair
of piercing, quizzical eyes were notfast-
ened so steadily on his dusty face.
And did he imagine or did he really
discern a shadow OF a smile quivering
over that dark, handsome face.
"When / vas q lttle boy" says the
master of the Grange, fitting back
coolly in his chair and elevating his
feet, my mother taught me to take
off my hat when entering a house."
Mr.. Tremaine had the satisfaction
Of seeing the small face dyed scarlet.
Quickly a small hand is raised as
though to remove the hat and as
quickly falls.
"If you please-sir. l haven't got
any mother"
"Poor boy" compassionately,
"what is your name?!"
"My name?" in a frightened voice,
~ haven't got-oh. Petey-Petey
Green, sir" desperately.
"Well, Petey," said the master OF
the Grange, in rather a sufocating
voice, 'you would like to have some
roses wouldyou? Very we'll; follow me-"
ooh dear-oh dear!!" groans Petey,
inwardly, II would give ten millions If
I never had been born"
care these the roses, Petey?" asked
Mr.. Dick.
II don't know, sir. l guess the
young ladies may come after 'em, sir.
Iguess I'll CO."
"No, Petey, you may as well wait
for them; I'll have them ready in q
minute, besides the girls would laugh
at you if you went back without
them," in q peculiar voice.
OF course 1t is bv accident. but a.
Mr.. Tremalne turns, his arm brushes
against Petey's cap, and Petey's cap
falls to the ground.
"With a low. agonized ooh" Petey
puts both dirty little hands to his
head. 1t is no use. A profusion OF
long, yellow curls tumble around his
shoulders and very much give Petey
the appearance OF a girl.
"Why. Petey." exclaimed Master
Dick. his dark. stern face the picture
OF surprise, "what beautiful curls you
have-just like a girl"
Every drop OF blood in Mamis's
body rushed to her face. She tries to
look Indifferent, but her face is 30 hot
that it forces the mortified tears do wn
her cheeks.
ooh, you great, zig d%isagreeable
man, 1 hate you'll"
To save her life. Mamie cannot keep
the hot passionate words back, for
he stands regarding her silently. q
tantalizing smile cuTving the lips
which the immense black mustache
does not entirely hide.
"There, now, I am sure you are q
girl"
Poor Mamie's modification is too
deep to heed the remark.
Throwing herself on q rustic bench,
she gives vent to her modification in
a food of tears.
Mr.. Tremaine now begins to think
that probably he went too far. That
the girl is nearly crazed with shame he
can plainly see.
"Come. Miss-Petey, do not cry
So"
The hated name only augments her
misery.
miss Mamie" using the right name
this time, "you really distress nae. II
you say nothing about this little cpl
sode, l am sure I never shall. I over.
heard you planning it this afternoon,
and could not fore.o the temptation
OF confusing you a little. Really I did
not think you would take it so to
heart, or / would not have unmasked
you"
"Did not think I would take it so
to heart! You must think I am in the
habit of going around in-in-boy's
clothes!" flashed Mamie, raising Q
pair Of swimming blue eyes wrathtully
to his dark grave ones.
"Indeed, no, Miss Mamie, Ibid not
mean to imply anything. Besides, I'll
never know you when you get petit
coats Oh. there will be such q change"
he said consolingly.
~ never thought of that" q reliev.
ed look coming into the blue eyes.
"But oh dear, oh. dear! I'll never,
never get owe it,"
With a bound she reaches the door
and dashes along the corridor, which