The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1892-01-14

FOR nine months OF the year Lam
Sophia indulged in q beauty sleep Some
times. indeed, one Of her summer visi-
tors would hnger on into the early au-
tumn 10 catch from nature that drop Of
sentimental melancholy which crowns
the cup Of happiness, and sometimes .
sentimental sportsman would build q
bonfire on its banks In winter with q
view TO teaching the guileless hsh how
treacherous are the ways Of men, but In
general the wild things Of the woods
and waters had 1t all their own way
from September to June, while the de-
serted summer hotel stood like . three
storied homily, in green and white paint,
on the vanity Of human pursuitA But
when the ephsmeral northern summer
hashed itself upon the lake It brought
Ray parnsols 10 astOnish the roses, and
the hotel, now that ct last Il had an au-
dience, forgot to preach and betook It.
self 10 entertaining.
Maurice Came had managed 10 make
away pleasantly with q few weeks there
one January, 80 in default Of anything
better 10 do be let himself drift back the
following August.
presto, changed" he thought 10 him
self as he tried, on the evening Of hls
arrival, to renew his acquaintance with
the locality. Like her namesake, In
the old Wears story, she only needed .
new ct Of ribbons to turn her into
cOquette."
Instead Of the white solitudes, with
their secrets Of rest, the groups common
tolakeGide resorts were wandering about,
trying to do their duty by the sunset.
Here were children laden with flowers
already faded; young women brought
up on sentiment and young men trying
Il for . two weelu' vacation time; bust
ne8 men talking stocks and markets a.
Q relaxation from the unaccustomed
strain Of enjoying themselves; anxious
mothers secretly longing for the rest Of
home, with here and there some serene
soul enough at leisure from itself to re-
csive the blessing Of nature.
Came wandered along . bypath, not
ing al with careless eye tin his uncon-
Germ wal suddenly scattered by the
familiar appearance Of one Of the ap-
preaching figures. By his melancholy
Visage It should be Mark Liddell, but BY
his environment any one but he, recluss
that be waA Could he be trying to en-
Joy himself after the fashion Of ordinary
mortalS1 II 90. the experiment could
hardly have been called successful, for
detection spoke from every fold Of his
limp seersucker, and his hat drooped
over his eyes in an openly disconSolate
manner.
Came caught his hand
MARX, old fellow, how did It happenl
How did you. Of ali people, come to loss
your way into this place."
Lideall looked up with the air Of one
too deeply sunk in woe 10 feel surprise.
''Oh, ! was here before these folks
cana I didn't realize the dangers Of
the Git1ation until It was too late and
they were upon me. lean blame no one
but myself"
''And you have been doing that very
efectuAIly, I should judge. Do you
know, when first sAW you, ! was wild
enough 10 fancy for . moment that you
had ct last concluded 10 take some good
advice about coming out among human
beinp and studying your raw material
before working Il up into your bookSp
Isupposs was al at see, chi"
"YOu certainly were II you thought
that would ever willingly OF willingly
put myself into . corner Of the globe
WheIe half . hundred Of them could
crowd around me at onca They fairly