The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1891-02-19
HARRY'S FILTRATION.

cool veranda of the Woodbine. hotel; a
delicious breeze stirred the honeysuckle
vine that climbed the trellis Several
guests were expected to arrive among
chem an heiress, SO rumor had it. and as
usual no small amount of interest was
awakened. There was a murmur among
the guests as a slender girl, becomingly
attired. made her way up the broad
steps.
She was a fairsexample of that rare
and curious blending of blonde and
brunette which we sometimes meet.
Her face was fair, her hair a brown
with a rich golden hue. and her eyes
were large and dark.
She was woman capable of intense
leve or hate. As Harry Marsh gazed
upon her he grew suddenly pale. Then
1T passed away, giving place to deepen
1ng flush of embarrassment. His COM
panion, Frank Hale, handsome. fun
loving fellow, observed Harry's embar-
rassment, and with merry twinkle in
his black eyes, said:
II declare, Hal, you blush as if the
heiress' WAS an old flame of yours
And he laughed ina low, musical way
Il know my face showed seeming agi-
tation just now, but there's really moth
Now, Harry, old fellow, you need
not apologize
Il am not going to. But, Frank,
weren't you ever surprised into blushing
when somebody resurrected half for
gotten sentimental memory of the past?
Let me see. I'll venture to say that /
can make you blush. How about that
Elsie Maydew affair of yours
Frank Hale's cheeks did brighten a
little. But he well knew that stronger
feeling than mere embarrassment had
agitated his friend.
''Pshaw" exclaimed Frank Hale. with
a penetrating look into the half averted
face of Harry Marsh. You are apita-
ted. You have met this young lady be-
fore, somewhere. Now own up-or is it
a secret!''
Harry Marsh was a fair, curly haired
young man of five and twenty, of SEN
sitiye, romantic disposition. Frank Hale
and he were old college chums Harry
stroked his blonde mustache for mo-
ment in silence. Cutting the tip off of
his cigar, he placed it between his lips,
forgetting to light it.
How much of secret!' he answered
1ndifferently. Then, turning suddenly
toward his friend, said: ssWhat do Won
know about her. You seem very much
concerned about herr
''Oh, nothing" replied Frank, ''except
what rumor says"
''And what is that?'
lit is to this effect: That she has re-
Gently risen from poverty to affiuence;
that she is engaged to a poor young pro-
fessor, geologist, who was formerly a
school fellow of hers. A poor young
professional man is sure to catch such a
prize, isn't he?'
Yes. l suppose it is on account of
their romantic and poetic attributes.
Did rumor include the name of the-the
gentleman
Harry felt not a little anxiety as he
asked this question.
Edward Grey is his name, 1 believe,
replied Frank, land by the way, un-
derstand he is to come here also in search
Of fossils"
Harry with sort of nervous eager
ness of movement lighted his cigar.
"Now, Harry, for your secret. When
and where did you first make the ac-
quaintance of this young lady, and what
"a her name?"
Harry sat in silence moment, as if to
collect his ideas. He tilted his chair
hack, removed his hat, wiped the perspi-
ration from his brow, and said:
"Her name is Viola Craig. 1 met her
m small rustic village in Maine about
two years ago.
"And there was a bit of romance be.
tween you, eh?''
Very little on her part-a mere f1irta-
ton on mine. can tell you one thing.
she has not gained all her beauty in two
S1n obs l.
beautiful for rustic when 1 first met
her.
why don't you tell me the romance
that lies back of that statement of
yoars? said Frank
Harry with some reluctance said:
about two years ago the summer
was exceedingly hot and 1 was badly in
need of rest, SO resolved to go on a
hunting and fishing expedition. Having
heard of the facilities Huntsville afford
ed for hunting and fishing and pictur-
esque scenery, I packed up my grip, took
my rifle and fishing rod, and started. /
arrived one fine summer morning at
Huntsville and obtained board with the
Craigs. They were poor, and added to
their income by taking summer board
ers. Viola was an only daughter, still
IN her teens. l could not help admiring
her artless beauty and grace, and soon
began paying marked attention to her.
In those fragrant summer twilights.
followed as they were by evenings, of
silvery moonlight, we sauntered down
the pleasant country road and stood
upon the bridge gazing upon the sheet
OF water, calm and deep, which stretched
ont before us. The day sped rapidly
into weeks; our hearts seemed gay and
happy, everything was enjoyed with !,
nest which the utmost confidence and