The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-09-03

NAZ3 which runs out OF
~ the eastern bank of
the Hudson, not
many miles from Newberg. The house
is light and airy; the lawns are close
mown and dotted with flowers; the
trees are plenty and give graceful
shade, and at the moment when our
story begins-a summer evening at
sunset, when the sky was flooded with
a rich yellow-the whole scene was
radiant with supernatural beauty.
On the piazza OF the house were two
young ladies, one reading a novel as
she lay in comfortable hammock,
the other embroidering pair of slip
pers in large armchair.
The girls were opposite types OF
beauty. The young woman who was
working on the slippers was a sweet
faced blonde.
The young lady in the hammock
was a decided brunette. Her hair
was 80 black that in some lights it
looked blue. Her eyes were a rich
brown, something like that Van Dyke
brown which painters so like to mingle
with their warmest shadows.
The minutes rolled along and soon
the sun disappeared in the gorgeous
west. Then the blonde girl looked up
from her work and addressed her
companion.
"Violet," she said, "what in the
world have you been reading all after
noon2"
The dark beauty in the hammock
looked up with a little yawn, and,
brushing away fly that had made a
post OF observation OF her piquant
nose, replied:
ave been reading very stupid
story entitled "A Mad Marriage"
Stupid exclaimed the blonde,
opening her blue eyes to the fullest
extent. II didn't think So"
Milulo bulCdu, stio NlOict, you
are just the simplest-minaed girl in
the world"
"violet Caryll," retorted Minnie.
IL should like to know why"
"Why, my dear, you read this
book and thought it beautiful.
think it is stupid, because the hero
don't exist except in the imagination
OF novelists, who write OF men as they
ought to be, not as they are"
"Oh, nonsensel there are good men
in the world. You haven't happened
to see any of them"
"Well, you must acknowledge, dear,
that I've had plenty OF chance TO find
them. / looked in vain for one at
Washington. failed to find them in
the court of England. l saw none in
Paris, / saw none in Italy, saw none
anywhere. found the same old worn
out types-the man of fashion and
the man OF reason-but the man OF
noble soul I never met"
II think have met one," said Min
ME, softly, with tender light in her
eyes.
"Oh, yes; you are in love, and you
think your lover O hero. Go on.
Marry him, then you'll find your
deity is only little clay idol, after
all. BAH hate men"
."And l love Harry Marshall, and
no matter how much you hate men,
you mustn't say anything against him.
Besides, hope to convert YOU"
"There you are, hoping against
hope"
"Well see," laughed Minnie. "My
cousin, Tom Neville, who lives next
to us, will be home from South Ameri-
ca tomorrow, and shall then show
you man who is q man."
Nonsense! II he's q man he's just
like the rest. don't want to meet
him; tell you hate men,"
3, There was q step on the gravel walk,
and turning around Minnie saw a
bronzed and bearded fellow, her quon-
dam fair haired cousin.
ooh, Tom" she cried, chow glad
am to see you'll"
"My sweet, little cousin" he said,
stroking her golden hair, $50 you
missed me, Ell? But you took good
care to console yourself by finding
permanent resting-place for this bright
head. God bless you, Minnie, hope
you'll be very happy.
And he stopped and kissed her gent
ly on the forehead.
"But, oh, Toni" she said, al am
forgetting" And turning to where
Violet lay half concealed by the cor
ner OF the house she said:
"Let me present you to my dearest
friend, Violet Caryll. Violet, my
cousin, Mr.. Neville"
Violet bowed without rising from
her recumbent posture, and Neville
smiled slightly as he thought: "!nde-
rendent and saucy as she can be-"