The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-01-07

JUNE IA, 1877 P. n, EFT SEQUTTUR.
Harry looked on modify. Miss Har-
fington was lying lazily back in her
chair, shading herself from the rays of
the hot sun with dainty parasol.
She was literally surrounded by young
men of all kinds and ages, but all of
them in the same condition of servitude.
One of them was occupied in violently
tanning her. Another was so much
afraid she would catch cold that he COW
cred her carefully over with a great
steamer rug.
Unembarrassed by these many atten-
tons, Genevieve was looking at the tall
figure of Winthrop as he leaned against
the cabin some distance away from the
group, and eyed her many admirers
with disdainful shrug of the shoulders.
"Oh, Mr.. Winthrop" The clear voice
broke in upon Harry's meditations.
"You called me, Miss HarringtonY'
eyes. Come over and talk to me. /
want your advice. Mr.. Thorndyke was
just saying that he thought my parasol
was decided red. Do you think it is?'
Mr.. Thorndyke's face contracted with
such sudden look of surprise that his
eyeglass fell into his lap. "But, my
dear Miss Harrington, never said any
thing of the sort; assure you l was
thinking
sit is too late to retract now, " retorted
Genevieve saucily. IF you didn't say
it, you were going to. Now, l don't
think it's bit gaudy."
The look on Harry's face at that mo-
ment was more grave than even the
Sphynx could boast of. "That's what
the monkey remarked when he painted
his tail blue" he ventured politely. Mot
a bit gaudy."
He examined the offending parasol
with critical eye. mo. not bit
gaudy. 1t only needs touch or two of
veronese green to make it absolutely
quiet"
lawful boor, that man, isn't hep
whispered Mr.. Thorndyke confidentially.
Genevieve looked at him calmly.
'Do you think so? You don't need to
fan me any more. I'm nearly frozen to
death, and can't bear this great thick
rug over me; I'm too warm now; and if
you ever say such a thing again I'll-Fll
box your ears. Give me your arm, Mr..
Winthrop, want to walk"
A disconsolate group of men watched
her in surprised silence as she rose, took
Harry's arm and moved proudly away.
"What an air she hast" exclaimed one
of them admiringly.
eyes," assented the collapsed Mr..
Thorndyke sadly, "but it is air in mo-
ton; violent motion too. Regular whirl-
wind, say" The group adjourned to
the smoking room.
Genevieve turned suddenly to Harry.
"What made you say such bad things to
me?' she asked reproachfully.
They walked on minute in silence.
Because" said Harry, sI'm fool.
Genevieve-Miss Harrington-no, I'm
going to call you Genevieve. You'll
laugh at me, I know I'm awfully
young, disgracefully young, in fact. /
don't know very much, suppose, and l
haven't any money, and can't do any
thing; but-but I'm terribly in love with
you. And suppose I'll grow older some
day, and I'll work until Pm rich"--
81 don't want you to be rich, Harry.
I wouldn't like you half SO well that
way
"And don't want you to like me, re-
torted this straightforward young man;
81 want you to love me. Do your"
Genevieve rested her pretty head on
one side. sometimes almost think l
do" she answered softly. "Oh, Harry,
how could you? There's that awful Mr..
Thorndyke looking right at us, and /
know he saw you"
"Saw me kiss you? Oh, you may as
well say it. You don't care, do you? I'll
kill him if you want me to. Say, Gen
evieve, l think you're awfully pretty"
$50 do l." replied Miss Harrington.
She looked uncertainty at her somewhat
impetuous admirer. Her lips were
smiling TREMENDOUSLY, but there shone a
grave light in her eyes.
Harry" she said suddenly, "I,m 60
ing to run away now. Come to me this
evening-Tve long story to tell you,"
and before he could demonstrate she had
slipped away.
JUNE II, EVENING.
"Can light cigarette, Genevieve?