The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1892-01-16

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with sharp exclamation.
"I'ye solved the mystery" he NUT
tered. "Kate Conover is Rose Rails
ton. She is a little firt, and fancies
that she's got even with me-"
He closed his conjectures with an
expression which was nearly profanity
"Aunt Rachael" he said when he
had rejoined his aunt, "do you know
that Miss Conover is Rose Ralston n
Impossible ~ exclaimed Miss Cam
eron.
ftBut, aunt, she is. "
Sid she say SO 7"
'.No. Do you think her coming
here was-wa9- planned 7"
"Why. no, Brice. It came about
by accident. She didn't know you
where here, or that am your aunt"
"You are sure Of that ~
"Of course.I am. What does she
say in the letter 7"
Tt isn't from her.
"Eh! Who then n
"Why did she masquerade here un-
der another name ~ evaded Brice.
"Why should she masquerade any
where ~
"My dear boy, / can't answer that, /"
Mrs. Cameron said. II am not con-
WINGED that she did,"
"Well, it doesn't matter much, any
how, Rutherford rejoined, which was
bold falsehood, for he knew that it
mattered a good deal to him.
A year later found Kate Conover
standing in grove in the Yellowstone
park. She was looking down long
vista Of charming scenery, her face
bronzed, her form plump and the blue
in her eyes deeper and sweetef than
ever.
She heard footsteps behind her, and
on turning around heheld handsome,
sun Drowned tourist. A second, and her
face grew very red, for the man was
Brice Rutherford. She had punished
him., to be sure, but she had also pun
ished herself.
He relieved her of her embarrassment
by offering his hand with easy grace
| fulness.
"Tll now take. your answer" he
SAID.
"What answer 7" she asked, with
renewed bushes.
'This is September" he reminded.
"Oh p calculated she. $50 it is,
but named last September. l left
you my answer
''But there wasn't anything in it for
me, or else l was too stupid to see it.
1t may have implied,
eyes, it implied" she interrupted,
with charming little laugh.
fOh. bother that idiotic letter ~
Brice cried. ~
"And your stumpy, romping, freck-
led faced tomboy sweetheart, Rose
Ralston," added she, quoting from
the letter.
Il meant nothing by it, and I'm
sorry wrote it, replied Brice, get
ting red in the face in turn. II could
not forsee that I'd afterwards meet
Rose Ralston in Kate Conover, and
fall in love with her. You have two
names, and you should not be punctil-
ious about assuming third. Mine is
at your service. Please give me the
answer you promised"
well, Brice,'' she said, her blue
eyes dancing with fun, n am not able
to recall the question with, much dis,
Etinctness. If you will repeat it, in the
| same attitude, with the same fervel
and with the same wild, waiting look
in your eyes, perhaps may be able''-
ooh, couldn't" interrupted Brice
laughing. Zone such effort in a life.
time is enough. / haven't yet recov.
cred the energy which expended On
I that occasion. You intend to accept
me, but You are too-too- modest te
say so. ] will not insist, you know
oh, thank you," she replied III
is IA great relief to men
And. as they were married before
the close Of the year, it is presumed
that they reached an understanding al
last. Frank H. Stauffer in Boster
I Globe.