Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1892-02-26

Cameron. II notice that there is one
GU her bureau directed to YOU"
| He hurried upstairs 10 a manner no,
IN keeping with his habitual dignity
When he opened the envelope he was sur
prised to find one Of his own letters 10
It, although he had never written to her.
A look OF consideration spread over his
face as he read il
10 his boyhood he had little sweet
heart, named Rose Ralston. II was
stipulated between tho parents Of both
that theTtwo should be married when
they were old enough.
tie was sent to school on the conii-
nent, where be stayed until he had at
tsined his minority He then wrote
home declining to renew the attachment
Of his bcyhood or to carry out the stipu-
lations. Indeed, 80 emphatic was he,
shat one Or two sentences were unkind,
because uncallsd for.
dc stsred u the letter IN nslaxed war.
How did Miss Oonover get hold Of
It y he asked himself. "And what was
her object in redirecting it to me? She
promised to give me her decision"
He broke the line Of his thought with
a sharp exclamation.
"Pve solved the mystery" he nut
tered. kate Conover is Rose Ralstan.
She is little firt, and fancics that she's
got even with me-
He closed his conjecturcs with an ex-
preston which was near profanity.
Aunt Rachel" he said, when he
had rejoined his aunt, ''de you know that
Miss Conover is Miss Ralston ?"
Impossible !" exclaimed Mrs. Came
ron.
"But, aunt, she is"
odd she say so ?"
"No. Do you think her coming here
was-was-planned ?"
why, no, Brice. 1t came about by
accident. She didn't know you we're
here. or that am your aunt"
"You are sure of that?'
"Of course | am What does she say
in the letter? p
at isn't from her,
"Eh Who thenr
why did she masquerade here under
another 7" evaded Brice. "Why should
she masquerade anywhere p
"My dear boy, can't answer that"
Mrs. Cameron said. II am not con
WINGED that she did"
swell, it doesn't matter much any,
how" Rutherford rejoinod, which was a
bold falsehood, for he knew that il
mattered good deal to him.
A year later found Kate Conoyer
standing in grove in the Yellowstone
Park. She was looking down long
vista of charming scenery, her face
bronzed, her form plump. and the blue
in her eyes deeper and sweetcr than ever.
She heard footsteps behind her, aud
on turning around beheld handsome ,
sun-browned tourist. A second, and
her face grew very red, for the man was
Brice Rutherford. She had punished
him, TO be sure, but she had also pun
ishod herself
He relieved her Of her embarrassment
by offering his hand with easy graceful.
ness.
"l'll now take your answer" ho said.
"What answer y she asked, with re-
ncwed bushes.
"This is September" he reminded.
"Oh" ejacula.cd she. 80 il is, but
named last September. left you my
answer.
"Bnt there wasn't anything 10 il for
me, or else was too stupid 10 see IT,
II may have impled-.'
Eyes. it implied" she interrupted
with charming little laugh.
"Oh, bother thnt idiotic letter r.
Brice cried.
And your stump, romping, freckled
acod, tomboy sweetheart. Rose Raj
'ton," added she, quoting from the
etter.
IL meant nothing by il and I'm sorry
wrote il" replied Brice, getting red in
he face in turn A" III could not foresee
hat I'D afterward meet Rose ia Kate Con-
lNct huu ihli Iu lOFc WIN UcT. gu nave
.wo names and should not be punctili-
rus about assuming third. Mine is at
POUR service. Please give me the an
'wer you promised.
"Well, Brice," she said, her blue
syes dancing with fun. II am not able
% recall the question with much dis
iinctDess. II you will repeat il, ia the
zane attitude, with the bame fervor and
with the same wild, waiting look in
your eyes, perhaps | may be able"
"Oh, couldn't" interrupted Brice,
Zone such effort 10 life
lime is enough. | haven't yet recsv-
'red the energy which | expended on
that occasion. You intend to accept
me, but you are too--too-modest TO
say so. | will notsinsist, you know"
"Oh, thank you" she replied, ut is
Ia great relief to me-"
And, as they were married before the
;lose Of the year, II is presumed that
they reached an understanding at last.
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