Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1892-03-19

don't want no berries" Il
Don't you, Owen' Tn selling them
Tor Mrs. Peternan, you know who needs
the money SO much Rhoda said slowly.
Her eyes, grown large and bright. were
fixed upon him with al odd expression
which oven was not shrewd enough to
fathom.
He felt uncomfortable under her gaze,
and he wondered why she gave pretty,
ringing laugh as she drove away and
turned and waved her hand, laG Ching
still. But he was relieved that she had
gone.
What had possessed her, anyhow?
He wiped his hot face-for his vexation
and apprehension had been acute and
went back 10 the visitors thankfully.
The lawn Of the pretty little East
hampton Hotel, the house which took the
majority of Easthampton's summer board
ers, was we'll filed when Rhoda reached
there half an hour later.
The wind had rumpled her yellow
hair, and her eyes looked clear and
bright. She would shirsn nothing, she
tad said to herself, firmly, and she held
t. the resolution.
And she hal before the hotel and
turned her vivio face toward it.
Yes, he was there-she had known be
would be- She saw him first, though
there was q porchful Of bright gowns ana
manly figures, and a tennis court full of
lively players, and sparklin. of para
soils elsewhere.
And-yes, he saw her, and left, with
the snabbiest apology for bow, the lady
with whom he had been talking, and
went running down the steps and the
walk, hat in hand, and brought up be-
side Mrs. peterman's wagon with a
bound.
"Why, Miss Merritt" he cried-'' is
it you? l couldn't believe it at first, but
it Is. What are you doing? How jolly!"
His handsome young face was aglow
with pleasure-with the mere pleasure Of
seeing her apnce more. He forgot all
else and stood joyfully gazing up at
| her
"What fun" he reiterated, gaily.
"Im selling backberries for Mrs.
! Paterman, said Rhoda; but her voice
trembled, and she could not trust he1
eyes to meet his. ''Do you think they
will take some here?'
sI'lI 60 and sec,' said George Ohm
stc,1, eagerly.
All the boarders were staring at him,
but he did not even see them. He ran
ibto the kitchen with boyish leaps ant
skips, and came back with the cook and
two great pans.
Vel! take what you've got left!' he
cried, and helped to measure them.
And when the cook had disappeare
with the load, he stood there still.
"I.ct me drive you nome, Rhoda.' h
faltered. Il won't say anything NOR
about about that. | won't persecut'
you. But let me 90 with you, just thi
one last time"
He stopped, comprising his lips.
They had driven for a time befor
Rhola spoke. But then her face was !:
radiant and her checks 50 pink that he,
lover stared at her, q great hope in III
heart.
ut wont be for the last time, Il hope,
said Rhoda, gently u have change.
M mind, Mr.. O,mS S,e1. I though, 70.
would be ashamed ol mes your wife
but think You never vilk tlol,lt
that Owen Stecic-never mind; III te.
you all about it SON day Rho IL cried
laughing sweetlv, as she TO iclei II
Mrs Pttermsn's old horse.
Owen Steele, wlen Rhoia's en,tya
ment was announced, felt Iinself i'll us-l
He thought Raoda had eseemed littl
miTed that day she hal cone along. sell
ing blackherries, bit be wasa't sure
Ccrsainly sAe and her city fclo " m +