Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1892-07-04

window and lifts her flushed face to the
light breeze that sweeps by.
Things are going all wrong with her.
They have been going wrong ever since
Mr.. Archibald Jones has seen fit to de-
vote himself to her with a persistency
that has driven away all the other men.
To be sure she rather liked him at
first. He has horses to take her driving
with and plenty of money and leisure
time to spend with her at the theater,
lawn tennis parties and all the other
good things that come along through
the seasons, and at dance especially he
of his extreme thinness and extreme
height
"If he only would talk about some
thing or somebody besides himself" Bah
said once refectively.
She was trying on love of new
bonnet at the time-touching its loops
of ribbon lightly and twisting her head
from one side to the other to get the eff
feet in her mirror; so that very naturally
the sight of her own loveliness brought
to her mind pardonable wonder why
he did not occasionally vary his egotis-
teal themes by little wholesome praise
Of herself.
Bah was little amused at his cont -
In the beginning, but as she sees more
of him, night after night. week after
week, and the chances Of the final recital
of his remarkable existence grow more
md more remote, she begins to find it
very wearisome, and catches herself
more than once looking back with long
Ing to the time when Mr.. Archibald Jones
was not-the dear old life when she had
found 80 sweet happiness In the words
and glances Of another man, a man who
rarely In these later days comes to her
at all
Beyond doubt it is some thought of
him that brings that pathetic light to
her eyes and that tender little smile to
her lips this July morning as she leans
against the window frame with careless,
dreamy abandonment, her fingers wan
dering restlessly through the soft, loose
locks of hair upon her temples.
Things happen just right sometimes,
even outside the pages Of story book,
and 1t is certainly very happy coinci-
dence that at this moment tall young
man should come quietly around the
corner Of the house, and looking up see
the girl and her smile.
Bah is all In hutter as soon as she
Bees him.
"Why, Mr.. Brayton," she cries, with
an excited, broken little laugh, "where
did you come fromp I-oh, Pm awfully
glad to see YOU"
She fushes prettily as he steps across
the grass plat that lies between them.
BE takes the pretty white hand extend
ed to him in his own sun tanned palm
and perhaps he holds it there trife
longer and Just trihe tighter than
would be prescribed by the etiquette of
polite society.
81 don't believe you're half as glad
as l am to see you, Miss Barbara,
he says, and his voice Is very good
voice to listen to with Its deep, mellow
tones. ~ never have any luck with
you nowadays. No matter when come
you are sure to be out or just going
II Is really pity that you are so pop
nlar."
Bah laughs. She looks trihe sell
conscious, as she smooths out the folds
Of her morning gown.
"Oh, but I'm not, )" she declaresj "truly
I'm not. Aren't you coming IMP Do"
But he shakes his head.
"Thanka Can't possibly. must be
In town by IL, and 1t Is quarter Of
now. was riding past on my whee'
and thought I'd just run in to ask Il
you'd enjoy going to the top Of the
Waverly tonight to see the fireworks
believe there's to be quite display"
Bah fushes up to the soft unrulJ
waves Of gold brown hair upon her fore
bead She looks down intently at tht