Nevada County picayune., 1892-03-03
HIS RIVAL.

"She certainly is Il charming little
girl, thought Mr.. Eugene Lorillard,
as he turned away from the open
window of the hotel at which he had
heen standing, and from which he
had been gazing at dainty little
! figure in plain white lawn that went
i Hitting down the board walk toward
the beach and the sparkling waves in
the distance. Il really wish some
of our girls in society were half as
pretty, as supplemented, or as
womanly. Girls: We have no girls |!
In society women are only ladies,
and how tired one gets of them
But pshaw' asman can't marry out
of his set, and | must proceed to
forget Miss Amy gFellows as speed
lily as possible, especially as she tells
rne that she goes away from here
next week, anyway
And in order to facilitate this
effort of memory Mr.. Lorilard picked
up his hat, crushed it hurriedly on
his handsome blonde head and hast
ened out that he might overtake the
disappearing figure of the pretty girl
in white lawn.
She was picking up pebbles from
the beach and letting the silvery sand
slide through her slender brown
fingers when he came alongside of
her.
lis it true that you are really GO
ing to run away from us, Miss Amy,
so soon?" He asked as he flung
himself down on the sand beside
her.
Amy Fellowes started slightly, and
her pretty peach bloom cheek flushed
& deep pink as she looked up at him
with great gray eyes that were deep
and dark under the shade of her
wide brimmed hat.
"Ycs," she said, in her simple,
direct manner, my holiday is over.
1t has been very pleasant-the most
so of any | have ever known. | never
was at the sea side before, and | am
here now only by the kindness of
Miss Gibson. She was patient of
papa's YOU know and as she had to
stay at our house a few days after
her accident she insisted on giving
me holiday when she was well
enought to come here, because she
fancied was tired and needed it.
! don't know that did for was
not more tired than usual, and / am
always busy; but | have certainly
enjoyed my holiday. But must 20
home tomorrow, because mother
needs me, Poor dear mother
She's more in need of a holiday than
was; and not likely to get it eth
er, she added, with sigh.
Then, quickly bethinking herself
that her family affairs might not be
interesting to Mr., Lorillard, she
turned the conversation on other
subjects ard though he would really
have preferred to keep her to the
affairs of her own personal history,
Eugene found it impossible to make
her talk any further about her
self.
He already knew from Muriel Glib
son, who belonged to his own set, y
and was, indeed, a far-off cousin,
how she had been thrown from her
horse in front of DR.. Fellowes' house;
how she had suffered severely from
her fall, and how little Amy" as
Miss Gibson called her, had tended
her with the devotion of sister
.'only no sister was ever so sweet
and unselfsh before" and the
patience of an angel; and how she
declared pain, the worry, the ennui,
and misery of those three days would
certainly have brought on a brain
fever but for the tact and clever
ness of the doctors little girl. 1t was
but a small return that she was able
to make in carrying off "littlc Amy
for brief rest beside the summer
-sea.
All this was on Mr.. Lorillard's
mind on the next day when he held
Amy's brown little hand in saying
..Good-by" to her, and perhaps more
as he met her wistful, farewell
glance.
elbow | wish / might write to yon
occasionally! | don't like to think
tbat our acquaintance stops here,
he said, suddenly lowering his voice
and feeling almost as if some one
olsa smoke the words, they came so