The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-05-03

snow. the huge
| pine trees of the northern woods with.
ing themselves about like giants IN
eTtrenlts. and the Maryville stage had
just come in with two passengers.
| Ladies, both of them; one, appar.
entity thirty years old, the other,
scarcely seventeen; and as they sat
there warming themselves by the no.
| tel fire, the landlord touched his wifes
shoulder. and whispered to her: Fur.
riners.'
For there was something in the cut
of their curious fur-lined draperies, the
shape of their neat Grape hats, the
very way in which they unconsciously
| carried themselves, which was as for
eign as the NarsetAotse itself, although
| there was no accent in their voices as
| they questioned whether any convey
| ance from Barnet Hill had been sent to
meet them. And the landlord was
| right; for Genevieve and Genevra Bal
lace were the daughters of American
parentage born in sunny France.
Orphaned and alone, they were COM
ing to America to claim the protection
of relative of their mother. Cousin
Fred" as they had been taught to call
him.
''Do you suppose he will be good to
| us?" Geneva, the dimpled seventeen
year-older, asked, as she sat with her
| cheek against Genevieve's shoulder.
Il hope SO. darling" said the elder.
''No one but a brute could be unkind
to you.''
For little golden-haired. rose-lipped
Genevra was one of those human sun
beams who take every heart by storm,
and in her deep mourning she looked
even sweeter and more attractive than
her ordinary won't Ard dark eyed
Genevieve, thirteen years older than
her sister, had long ago unseltishly put
aside her own personality and identi-
fed herself entirely with the household
pet and beauty.
Il wonder if he is a cross old crab"
pondered Genevra, as she drank the
tea brought to her by the landlady, and
basked IN the welcome warmth of the
blazing logs, ''or a whimsical old
bachelor, full of caprices. Oh, Gene
y
Genevieve smiled.
Little one," said she. don't fret
Whatever happens. we shall be togeth-
er, and
But, just then, the landlord came
bustling in.
The double sleigh from Barnet Hill,
ladies'" he said, rubbing his hands.
And Mr.. Barnet himself has come
Close on the landlords words came
Mr.. Barnet, of Barnet Hill, tall,
handsome man of about thirty. with
bright-brown hair clustering over q
noble forehead, Keen, black eyes and
features clear and perfect as those OF
the Apollo Belvidere.
Are these my cousins?" be said,
pleasantly. You are welcome to
Barnet, Genevieve and Genevra."
Instinctivelv, little Genevra put her
hand to her disheveled curls. Had she
expected to see anyone but a wrinkled,
old sexagenarian, she would have taken
more pains with her toilet. But Gene
We've rose and smilingly put her hand
into the attended palm of her cousin.
1t was long. snowy drive to Barnet
Hill, but Cenevra declared, joyously,
that it was worth it all, when they
were ushered into the great, old-fash-
Toned drawing-room with its blazing
cannel-coal fires, its yellow satin cur
tains and the moss-soft carpet on which
the football made no sound.
DO you know" said Cousin Fred,
laughing, that | was expecting to
see two little schoolgirls in short
froclls and thick boots?"
And do you know" retorted Cen
ezra. that our minds were fully pre-
pared to behold a rheumatic old gen.
tleman with a crutch?'
And il fifteen minutes they were on
the footing of old friends.
But they had scarcely lived six
months at Barnet Hill before the inev-
tia bic little cloud like a mans hand"
arose on their atmosphere.
"Genevieve." said Mr. Barnet. rather
gravely, one DAY, Il wish you would
warn dear little Gypsy against that
Capt Allaire. Hes a pleasant, anus
ing fellow, know: but he's scarcely
the person should select for any girls
husband"
eyes, Cousin Fred, will speak TO
her" said Genevieve, signing softly, as
she wondered what spell Geneva pos
sessed to win all hearts TO herself, from
stately Cousin Fred 70 the handsome,
dasking young captain Of artillery.
But have you reasoned with her on
tie subject?"
Half a dozen times" said Barnet
But she only laughs at me-"
Genevieve was silent She wondered
If popular rumor was correct, and
Frederic Barnet really I'D love little
Geneva SO hopelessly, so dearly.
Gerevra came home late that even
ing IL the rosy sunset, with scarlet
Wild flowers in her hair.
i have been to the village" she
sai6, with Capt. Al.aire."
"Oh, Genera pleaded the elder sis
ter. When Fred thinks"
i don't care what Fred thinks" IN
terrupted the beauty. with . toss Of
Ter head Listen. Genevieve, hlTe
a secret to tell you: ] was married to
Capt. Allaire this afternoon
'Aia-ried?' echoed Genevieve. "oA,
Ge2evra'
'Loos ct my weddiDF-rine, sad the
wild little gypsy, holding up her pref .
y. taper finger. ''Yes, ma-riec-rcai-
= aid actually married, an Mrs.
Allsire now" with al amusing as
sumption Of matronly dignity.
Bat Cousin Fretz-"
"~ousin Fred -nay help himself Z L
can, said Geneva, a-aac5ousir. Per
AaPs -ou don't know. Jenny. 1has
Cousin Fred himself means % be mar
RED very soon