The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1892-02-20
CHAPTER L.

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| small country station. L suppose that
| is the village through the trees yonder.
| | wonder what sort of hotel I'll find
| there First rate, Frank says. But
| know just how far his opinion goes.
| However, the scenery is promising, and
| | dare say | can stand few weeks of
this. So far so good. Now TO see about
| my trunk and then"
Hello, where is my trunk"
With the question on his lips the
| speaker moved down the narrow plat
| form without encountering the familiar
| object he sought.
\ small trunk of black leather, bear
| ing his initials but no further resem-
blance TO his property, was the only OBJ
| ject in sight.
a nice piece of business, he NUT
| tered What's TO be done, I wonder
All, a man at last. Perhaps he can
throw some light on the subject"
Your trunk, sir" repeated the new
conner, when the grievance was ex-
| planned. Isn't that it, sir
That thing," Jack gave rather an I'M
complimentary glance toward the small
object of black. No, mine does not
resemble that in the least. They have
failed to put it off evidently, and mean
time am greatly Inconvenience.
Il am very sorry, sir. No mistake in
checking it, SUPPOSE
"Mstake-no. | bought my ticket for
Weston, and received my
All, interrupted the man, with a
smile of intelligence, this is South
Weston. Weston is five miles above"
Jack looked slightly bewildered.
South Weston he repeated, in per
81, a. NJ nd
No, sir; a very natural mistake.
Two names much alike. I'll telegraph
for your baggage. What name, please?'
Name? Oh, my name-Beverly, but
| wait second. There's no necessity to
send for the thing. I'll take the next
train to Weston"
If you are Mr.. Beverly, sir, you don't
need to go to Weston.
Jack turned with a decided start to
see the station master nodding famil-
iarly to short stout man who mad
come rather noiselessly upon them.
I'm sorry I'm late, sir, continued
the intruder. MAZE was in one of his
tantrums. The carriage is right here,
if you'll follow me.
Carriage, repeated Jack, knitting
his brows in grave perplexity. Whose
carriage:"
An expression of surprise passed over
the mans somewhat stolid face.
Mr.. Milard's, sir, he answered,
Your letter was delayed: we didn't get
it until this morning. The old gentle
man and Miss Willard expect you"
The deuce they do, muttered Jack
under his breath. Willard! Willard.
All, the name of Franks charming
friends; and my letter? Oh, Frank, ),
dare say. Peculiar, though, | declare. !
wonder if this fellow is perfectly sane. ;"
Look here, he added aloud are you
quite sure that Miss, that is, Mr..
Oh, coRfound it. Are you sure | am ex-
pected:'
The old man evidently thought he had
wasted sufficient time III idle question
ing. for his answer was somewhat short.
Mr.. Beverly is expected, sir; L was told
to meet HIM"
All right" was the agreeable answer.
/ cannot be mistaken III my own iden-
THY. Under the circumstances, ] sup
pose, | should telegraph for my trunk.
What is Your name? Toby, eli? And
this Is the carriage and Maze. Well,
Toby, let me know when we reach our
destination
With these words Jack stepped into
self 10 enjoy the picturesque scenery
about him.
Here We are, sir.
After twenty minutes riding Toby's
head was thrust through the window
with this information.
A-e we:' questioned Jack, recalling
his wandering thoughts and turning his
attention to the house before him. 1t
was long, low structure Of stone and
wood, surrounded by broad yeTandas and
IA quaint. Old-fashioned garden, whose
beds and borders We're medley of
hright-hued flowers.
Here comes Miss MilIari, sir
Again was Toby's head thrust through
the window, and Jack found fresh OBJ
icct 10 engage his attention. This time
il was girl riding towards him.
Whether she was pretty he could not
drcid" after his first brief scrutiny, but
her attire was highly notwithstanding.
The faded ill-fitting waist and skirt had
evidently been diverted from lis original
use, and disuified into riding habit.
and the battered straw hat, confined be
Meath her chin by an almost colorless
piece of ribbon, bore ample proof of long
AMI hard service.
IN Addressed woman IS always an
&homination. commented Jack, but
that rig rather beats anything I've yet
come across. | begin To think this fam
lily slightly off their mental balance.
Confound that hat Ii hides her face
completely
Back already, Toby" asked fresh,
clear voice, in a lowered tone, as the
owner of the old hat came 10 4 stand
still
Yes, Miss Mary, and I've got him"
oh, Toby. was the answer in half
whisper What a way to express it.
H. may think we have some designs up
on MIN. Is he ia there"
Yes. miss. returned Toby. CHANGING
through the carrias" window to assure
himself on this point.
Mary slipped from her saddle.
I suppose you are Mr.. Beverly she
said. looking rather curiously at Jack.
II am glad 10 see YOU Mr.. Beverly.
Won't You come in. / will tell grandpa
yul, are here.
The tone was warm and cordial, and
Jack found himself studying intently
the dark naughty face.
II held all the charm of caprice and IL
lusiye moods. No feature was perfect.
The mouth was too broad, the nose too
short but the eyes were clear and beau
titul, the complexion rich and warm, the
lips full and mobile.
Frank was right in one particular. ="
was his mental comment. a. he followed
Mary through the broad hall into the
ample parlor.
~FHtell grandpa YOU have come, Mary
said again when they had reached this
room He is quite an invalid. l fear
YOU Will find Us both rather prosy. We
! have 20 few visitors. As a rule, We don
I like them.
That Is rather plain spoken, isn't it: :
! She added with a slight accession Of
T.! color. huJ YOU must understand what l
/ mean Grandpa has decided that We
shall be friends. He has been looking
/ forward To Your visit for some time.
Well. commented Jack. as She left
/ him to his ME itations, must say can
/ not understand this extraordinary inter-
Z ct i'll my humble self. II Frank holds
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