The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1892-12-04

covered Mr.. Rinkle's sorry plight, and her
hands would have borne him a ladder.
If Mr.. Rinkle had known of Gottlieb's
birthday supper and its consequences he
would not so frequently and with such
drowsy content have renewed his maps,
his eyes, that they had been closed but for
minute or two; and not imagining that
his nature was repaying itself the several
hours of sleep of which he had deprived it
the night before.
1t was nearly noon when along path
which led from handsome house upon a
hill side half mile away, young LADY,
appeared walking briskly toward the
Rinkle greenhouses. A more charming
girl is seldom seen ON bright October
morning. or, indeed, upon any other
morning.
At this same time there walked along
the crest of the hills on the other side Of
the narrow valley in which the green
houses lay, young man with a stout
stick under his arm, who had started out
for long country tramp. But as he
turned his head to gaze on the bright
autumnal scenery beneath him, he sud-
denly stopped.
Upon my word" he exclaimed aloud,
81 believe that is Clara. Yes. truly, it is
greenhouses. What glorious good luck. I
wonder If l can get there before her."
There was really no doubt upon this
SUBJECT. for the young man ran down the
hill. vaulted over fence, crossed brook,
and hurrying through the Rinkle apple
orchard, reached the nearest greenhouse
IN surprisingly short time. He had been
there for nearly five minutes, walking up
and down, smelling some flowers with
out percelying their scent, and looking at
others without noticing their color, when
the door opened ana the young lady
entered. His astute mind had rightly
OWNED that she would go into the house
first reached by the path.
With outstretched hand he advanced to
meet her, and took no pains TO conceal his
delight i'll doing SO. She was surprised,
and all the prettier for that.
Il have come" she said, as she offered
him her hand, ''to get this basket filed
with flowers. But Mr.. Rinkle is not here.
/ believe"
No" said the young man. "Wiu YOU
wait for him here, or shall we go and look
for him?'
''Oh. L will go and look for him" she
SAID. but don't let me trouble you, Mr..
HapfieId"
''Trouble!' he exclaimed. "As if it
were possible" And they went out to-
gether.
Young Leonard Hapfeld was not the
avowed lover of Miss knightley. but the
only reason for this was that he had never
yet mad an opportunity of avowing his
passion tor her. He had adored her for
what seemed 10 him very long time. but
never IN her fathers mansion on the hill.
on the tennis grounds, or in the houses of
friends. had he found the moment he had
longed Tor Now it seemed TO him it had
come. He would have been glad to omen
his heart 10 her in that quiet greenhouse
among the flowers, but she was in such a
hurry 10 leave II she gave MIN no time.
Ihe TWO now entered the next green
mousse, but they found no one there. Leon
ard was iii favor OF waiting there until
some one came, but Clara would not agree
10 that; she thought it better to go and
ind some one.
They now went into the principal green
mousse, and near the door stood a number
Of plants covered with beautiful blossoms.
ana eminent among these Was the Rev
erend Ezekiel Crump.
lara was great lover Of flowers.
What perfectly beautiful pelargoniu-n
thls Isl she exclaimed. "Oh. il l could
nave one OF those sprays. ! wish l could
hnd some one 10 attend to me-
Il don't think Mr.. RInkle or anv of his
men are here" said Leonard, after walk
ing TO the other end of the house and cali
Ing several times. but here is some one
VINO can attend 10 you. Let me cut off
inns spray ana give II 10 you. / shall be so
slad 10 DO Il, and he took knife from
his rocket
oh, no, no." exclaimed Clara. stretch
ing out her hand toward him. Won must
not do ii. am sure iha, is rare Hover
and very likely Mr.. Rnklc intends to take
to the flower show at Marston. which
opens today"
on. no. said Leonard quite confidently.
tie has taken his flowers there long be-
lore THIS. have no doubt he had q lot of