The Meeker herald. [volume] (Meeker, Colo.) 1885-current, 1893-04-08
BELLIES BIuSDER.

eoW young girl Seateu on one VI tne
rustic benches Her head was thrown
back md there was an expression OF
pain on her face. She was simply but
neatly clad and portfolio lay on the
bench beside her.
He approached her, lifted his hat
and kindly said:
You seem TO be in distress. Can
be of any service to you?"
She looked up. her soft, gray eyes
searching his bronzed. handsome race
Sir, / have sprained my ankle-and
badly so. am afraid" she said speak
! ing with considerable effort, though
her voice was none the less sweet
Il did it while clainbering about over
the rocks
IN order carriage" he said
lie hailed a public conveyance and
thee gently helped her into IL He
seated himself opposite her and tried
to engage her in conversation, but
found her disposed to be reticent. per-
haps because she was suffering-more
| likely because he WAS stranger.
She was not very handsome, nor
especially graceful, and yet there was
something about her face that pleased
and much about her manner that WIS
| extremely ladylike.
When they reached the cottage in
which she lived lie assisted her out of
| the carriage. She did not dare to bear
her weight upon her sprained ankle,
! and so she leaned heavily upon him.
A pretty little waiting maid came
| running to the door, quite excited end
Yet not forgetting to courtesy to the
handsome stranger.
oh. Miss Burgoyne. what has hap
| pened?' she cried. her hands ncrvously
clasped in front of her.
DO not be alarmed" her mistress
said Il have merely spr'iincd my
ankle"
Shall l send you. doctor?" asked
Mr.. Dubrasset.
IF you will be SO kind" she softly
! answered. Also compensate the
driver" she added rs she extended
her purse.
Never mind" said Mr., Dubrasset;
81 will settle with him"
Maria. pay the driver" ordered Miss
Burgoyne.
The girl took the purse and paid the
| man, who waved his hand and drove
| away.
May | call to inquire how you are
| getting along!" asked Mr.. Dubrasset.
The doctor will inform you, she
snntentiously said.
\ piqued expression came to his
bronzed face for an instant.
IN help you into the house." he
said
Il lean on Maria" was the reply.
| Her tone was firm. but not repcl-
| liant. He laughed softly and said:
II consider myself summarily dis
| missed"
! Miss Burgoyne was already leaning
on the waiting maids arm. She turned
| IL the stranger. the blood flushing her
| fAcc. the gray eyes softenins won
drously.
DO not think me rude" she said.
2shlma:t a"y3aaiingiy e"l,. hpysn non GySH
| and then added: Yes, you miiy GsS,i..
When he called the next day he
found her reclining in nm casy-chnir.
her bandaged FOOT resting on II has
sock. She welcomed him with smile
and extended her small, white, capa-
bic looking hand.
You rested wcll?" he asked, earn
est sympathy i'll his tone.
oh. yes she replied. THE doctor
says I'll be about In Il few days. Pray
be seated.
The room was cosy and inviting
not quite boudolr and not entirely
an atelier.
"Oh. you are an artist?" he cx-
claimed in pleased tone.
He walled to the easel and ey-
aulned an almost finished picture. 1t
was market scene in Flanders. Some
peasants We're chafferng with the mar
ket woman over their purchases.
This is very fine" he said. ALLOW
me-"
As he spoke he picked up brush
and dipped it into the colors.
"Oh, don't, please. she uneasily ex-
claimed, unless"
Unless l am proficient?" he sup
piled. You can trust me"
A few touches and the effect was
surprising. He had simply frightened
up the faces where the candle light
fell on them.
oh" calculated Miss Burgoyne in
lighted surprise, Il tried in vain TO get
TINT effect. All. you have n Genius
The gray eyes warmed with glow
of appreciation. lie laid down the
brush and resumed his seat As they
sat there and talked they inadvertently
revealed to each other glimpses of
their past lives. and when they parted
they felt as If they had known each
other for years.
she certainly is charming" was his
mental comment. Compact. cultured,
practical. Reserved enough to be tan
tiizing, conf, initial enough TO capti-
vate."
Gerald DuDrasset WAS Il man Of great
wealth. He spent his income in travel
irg and in era flying his taste in ma
turc. he WAS sociable and had mingled
largely with the world. He had met
scores of women with rare charms of
mind and person, yet none OF them had
attracted him as strongly rs this quiet,
self-contained, helpful American girl
whose ACQUAINTANCE he had made by
the vcriest accident.
He became frequent visitor ut the
cottage. She was always glad to see
him; il she was not lcmonstrative 1t
was because 1t was not her nature to
be.
One day he noticed on her table n
pretty little clay figure of shepard
and his dog.
.This is crude" she replied.
ut is original" declared he. ut isn't
your work. Miss Burgoyne|'
Yes" she quietly said ALLOW me
to show you something better"
She stepped into an adjoining room
and returned with some other figures.
classical and NEUROLOGICAL. The look
of admiration with which he regarded
them made her heart beat faster
1.-THE Reliable Contraband," he said,