Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1892-11-12
MISS VEPVAIN'S MISTAKE,

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March in the mountains Freshet,
roaring down the rayines, great thick
cts oi pines tossing their green cresti
to and fro in the rush of the tempestu
Gus wind, snow shining off on the pla
teaus aud pink clusters Of trailing ar
butus breaking out into bloom in
southern hooks and sheltered places
where last winters dead leaves had
not yet drjfted away. And Lucy Yer.
vain, standing in her russell walking
dress on The porch of the little noun.
tain inn wondered If the famous Der.
nese Alps were grander than these
Catsaill heights.
Lucy Neryaiu was small and slight
and hroWu-skiuned, but she had large,
wistful eyes OF so dark a hazel that
they seemed to melt into the black
around the iris, and there were quick
roses ready to deepen in her cheeks if
any one spoke to her, She was pretty
IN her way, like a wild flower or a
little brownwinged bird and she
looked round with a troubled air. as
the sound Of an excited feminine voice
h0atel out from the one unpretentious
AAAhA' h1ab IllibA VI tue ItlD.
Its outre geous.' said Miss Clara
Neryain.
I'm very sorry maum," said Mr..
Mkt, who kept the house.
Uncomfortable" declared Miss Yer
vain.
1T does happen sometimes, ma'am,
when the streams is high, at the spring
OF the year, the landlord pleaded,
"1ou see, there amt no bridge can
stand the frcshels, il"
And we have got to stay here in
this horrid hole Of a place until your
tumbla-do,yn bridge is mendeds"
II nu't see any other way for you,
ma'Hm, said Nj Mixit. meeklv.
"lls the most provoking thing |
ever huew IN my life, said Miss Yer
vain
She alked about the room like a
secau Lady Macbeth as she spoke.
For Clara was as unlike her bIuahing,
sbrtnaug little sister as the tall poppy
il tJ .be Eamble coru-iloWer. She was
handsome and stately. aud wore long
trains ta her dresses and bangles on
her wrists. and used perfume ON her
hHaaernhufs and did her hair after
tle a.e fa.uiuuplates.
0#H'i ng tauit, ml'am, said the
!a #arl driven ID the very confines
III .H-a8ir = can't stop The nushet,
nar sal leu'l 6uitd NEW bridge
>u.a, duur Gua' allow yourself to
Ne Evd, saaJGej Luet coming
i..ea m-ole-- gray shadow int9 the
room 'Na H1u only 1ed"uUurd a
Hy uia a'l and ann sure it Is
v.N ran, bu."
a s accustomed TO Delays"
s... Miss R.llalu. iotuly.
Il know, dear but"
"And if am compelled foreman IN
such place ms this, added Clara,
glUueing superciliously around her, Il
must really insist upon privacy
"Eh2' said Mr. Mkt.
That old person i'm the snuiT-colored
coat said Miss Verrain, with a royal
motion Of her head 10 mn old gentle
man IN q wig and spectacles, who was
reading The paper at distant win
dow Il dare say he viii do very wen |
IN your kitchen or bar-ro0m. and | |
prefer his apartment TO myssf'
"Oh, Clara!" pleaded Lucy, crimson
ing to the very roots of her hair
The landlord looked puzzled. but |
the old man folded his Hspaper, re- |
turned his spectacles u eheir case aud |
rose slowly to his feet
Certainly. miss, said he; Certain |
ly. II I'm iutruding, I'll 70 to the
kitchen. There's always room for me
there. Eh, MiNit2'
And he trudged with alacrity out Of
the room followed by mine host