Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1892-12-08

eartn 10 SeC where sue VIII "o'ei o'0
me again, that my sense of responslbil-
ity ends till I've seen her safely where
she wants to go? No. I've made New
York uninhabitable tor you, and shall
make what amends | can by chaperon
ing YOU to Colorado or Kamchatka or
wherever it is you are going. Now,
what shall | order for breakfast 2
Harry, you're cruel. You know Mr..
Fleming was going ont there for the
color, and l thought it would be a good
chance to continue my outdoor work.
'Flemingl That prig! Well, l did
not know before that he was going. |
see there is still more reason why I
should go now and stay
But forbid you doing any such
foolish thing.
TO tell the truth, Grace, l thought
of staying all the time--of going into
some business there.
why, you never told me of it before.
well, meyer thought of 1t till after
left you last night. Then it occurred
to me that l might 90 into sheep or
cattle or something like that
AT Manitou?'
why rot:
It's summer resort.
80 much the better. I'd only want
to be there in the summer, anyway
Harry, you re triAer.'
Well, / can peel an orange, anyhow
If you'll allow me, 'Wcodson exclaim-
ed, taking from her hand the one she
was making sad mess of.
Harry, can never forgive You for
dong this, Miss Baxter concluded, after
a moments contemplation of the whirl'
ing blur Of green through the Car VIM
dow.
We'll, l never could have forgiven
myself if hadn't-and there it was.
he asserted dispassionately, laying the
pulpy, broken sphere Of the orange be.
fore her.
It's quite a jaunt from Manhattan to
Mnnitou; but one morning they ex
changed the cushioned weariness Of the
train for tn It blue hollow Of the hills,
with its gayly colored roots and gables
showing here and there up the canyon,
like scattered troop of butterflies.
Then life became one long breath Of
delight. What color there was The
earth seemed hung in rarer medium
than common air. The yellow cactus
blossoms .ere like fakes of flame. A
scarlet flower fairly burned INTO the
sight. Grace developed new enthu
siasm every day, and piled her palette
with cobalt and chrome. Even Flem-
ing, who had preceded them, smoked il
trllc faster than usual and grunted out
now and then, Put in your ioore pure.
Make her jump.
So they painted from morning till
night, keeping two or three studies I'M
der way at once--pntting III blues
where Woolson saw gr 'ens and puppies
where he saw nothing but nondescript
sand, and doing all the inexrllcable
things that should be done according
to the gospel Of the luministes.
Woodson sat by and chatt d. lie
couldn't paint. He wouldn't smoke.
He parried Grace's occasional lnquirlng
glances by explaining that he was nego-
tiating to 60 into the cattle business
man was going to bring him herd on
trial.
Meanwhile lie arrayed his shapely
figure IN cowboyish top boots, blue
shirt and SLOUGH hat, which became him
immensely, and made sinister impres
sion among the blazers and tennis SUITS
OF summering Manitou Grace was alb
sorbed and satisfied. One day an idea
struck him. Grace, said he, Il found
a little bit down here the other day
that Id like to have you sketch-to
send home, you know. You'll do it,
won't You?'
Why, of course. III speak to Mr..
Fleming.
Oh, hang Mr.. FIeming!' Woodson
broke III. 'Fleming's all right in his
way but | want you-your sketch, you
know.
The place was quite distance away,
over the mesa. They set out for it the
next day.
Here it is, Woodson exclaimed, af.
ter quite IL tramp, pointing over the
burning plain to where row Of cot
tonwoods were banked against thu sky
tremulous in the vibrant ay. There
do that call it "A Hundr, Il in the
Shade or something like that.
1t doesn't seem to compose very
we'll Grace murmu1ed, holding the