Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1892-03-01


ping garments in the shallow water,
but in Kate's eyes he was Bayard,
and when he said: Gas cannot get in
a very much damper condition, per-
haps had better fetch your hat" and
plunged once more into the river, she
thought that such an act of gallantry
was worthy of even her idol, Harry
Grahame.
''How can thank you sufficiently for
the service you have done me?" she
said, with cheeks aglow, as he stood
beside her ON the bank again.
by saying nothing about it. Why,
It was a bit of fun, not even worth
mentioning, only 1 wish 1 had the
mastif's faculty of throwing the wet
drops from me. See how the old rascal
is rubbing his nose in the grass, and I
dare say grinning at my moist condi.
tion," he replied. with a merry laugh.
"But you will come at once to the
farmhouse, where am staying" she
asked eagerly. ''I should never forgive
myself If you caught cold. Had you
not better run on at once?' am sure
that Mr.. Barlow would be only too
glad to"
"Ha, ha, har' he roared. "Do l look
like tender youth, that a dip in a
river on glorious day like this would
lay on a sick bed?''
His mirth was infectious, and she
was fain to confess that he did not.
"Then excuse me if do not put on
my coat over my wet clothes; and show
me the way to your farmhouse, for un-
less you accompany me, to give an ex-
PLANTATION Of my amphibiousness, shall
not dare to present myself. Besides,
in your country no one goes anywhere
without an introduction, ] understand"
''Then you are not an Englishman?"
she demanded, In surprise.
"Not exactly, though my forefathers
were. am a Yankee-a pure, unso-
phisticated native of the state of wooden
nutmegs."
"Ah, have read Sam Slick-you mean
you were born in Connecticut" Kate
asked, much amused. "And what are
you doing in England?"
Locating; and until to-day have not
got much fun out of the experiment.
Kate was a little mystifed by the
term 'loafng," which had never pene-
| trated into the classic precincts of Miss
Balderstone's establishment or the
genteel atmosphere of Miss Honoria's
| drawing-room, and concluded that it
must be an Americanism for hunting
for loaves or getting ones living. She
forebore making any further inquiries
on so delicate a subject, for of course, it
was no business Of hers how the young
man earned his bread. 1t only en-
lightened her as to the fact that he
was a toiler and had to work for SUBJ
sistence.
Thus, in pleasant chat, just as if they
had known each other for years, they
walked side by side till the garden-gate
was reached, and mademoiselle, glanc-
ing from her French novel, beheld them
with intense surprise, and hurried for
ward to meet them.
"Mme. Camplgnon, permit me to in
troduce to you Mr., Mr." Kate
broke down with an embarrassed little
laugh, for she did not even know the
name of her newly found friend.
"Arthur Dunbar" he said, with quiet
assurance, making the governess bow
which would have been deemed credita
BILE in one of her own Partisan salons
But mademoiselle was not to be propi
tiated SO easily. Like a hen protecting
her one chick from the swoop of a hawk
she rufied her feathers and received
the young mans advances with the 1cles'
frigidity.
Not so Dame Barlow; that genia
housewife no sooner heard the story O.
. his brave rescue of her favorite dos
than she set about her preparations TO
his comfort. First, he must go to be-
for an hour while she dried his clothes
no, she wouldn't have him paradinf
, around the house in any of Johns gar
ments, making himself ridiculous-anC
he must take tankard Of her famou
elderberry wine mulled and piping hot
with nutmeg and a pinch Of ginger in 1t
OF course the ladies occupied suit
of apartments to themselves, and
though they took their meals at tn
same hour as the farmers family, en-
joyed them in state alone in the grea
oak-paneled parlor. When the Dime
hour arrived, then, Kate was in consid
cradle perplexity as to how Mr.. Dunba
would fare, for she heard him chat
4 ting gayly to the Barlows in the famil
Sitting-room, and knew that he must b