Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1893-08-17

to despair, golden hair" he sang softly,
and was rewarded with whitening
glance.
"Don't be more of goose than you
can help" advised Miss West.
Edith, Uninterrupted Bess Allen, stand
ing tall and graceful before her, when
are you going driving with me in my
cart?"
"Why, 1 don't know, dear,-to-mor-
row II you want me to-"
Edith" said Eric, "when am l 60
Ing driving with you in your cart? You
said week ago you were going to take
me, and you have not done it yet.
What's more, don't believe you ever in
tend to take me.'
"Mr. Allen, will you 60 driving with
me this afternoOn?'
"Miss West, it will give me the great
est pleasure"
81 will call for you at four O'Clock.
We will drive into town aud stop at
LOWERS, and you can get me that candy
that you owe me-"
"Oh! l say"
"Come, Edith. Good bye, girls"
called Mr.. West, and whatever it was
that Eric had to say was said to Ned
Whitney and the girls.
Tomorrow, Them shrieked Bess
after the retreating blackboard, and Edith
waved towel in reply.
Mrs. Aliens afternoon nap in the We
randa hammock was disturbed by Edith's
fresh, young voice saying, "Whoa !!
Countess" and as she drowsily opened
her eyes she saw that damsel, dressed in
white, looking as dainty as the bunch of
sweet peas in her belt. just stepping from
her cart, while the faultless Peter stood
at Countess head.
How sweet you look, DEAR" said
Mrs. Allen as Edith stopped to kiss the
gentle face. Eric will be down in a
minute"
Eric is down now," came from the
hall, and the owner of the name APP
peared, hat and cane in hand.
Don't keep US, mother. We're in a
hurry"
"I'm not, Mrs. Allen. I'd rather talk
to you than have to listen to Eric for
the next three hours"
"Fib," was Eric's laconic observation
as he helped her into the cart.
"Where are you going, children?"
asked his mother.
We're going to have Eric's hair
cut, Mrs. Allen. Good bye. All right,
Peter" and Edith gathered up the lines.
Laughter, admiration and something
warmer still were in the dark eyes that
were turned on Edith as Countess trotted
briskly out the gate.
by Jove! if you don't beat every
thing ever saw! won't have my hair
cut"
ooh, yes, you will! You may be
good, but you're rot pretty with your
hair that way"
"But can't. Didn't bring any money!"
"Ill lend you some"
| "Well, draw the line! That's adding
injury to insult. Make me have my
hair cut, and lend me the money to do it
with. You grieve me sorely. And you
appear to forget that you re only twenty
two, while I'm twenty-siX."
81 don't see what that has to do with
it. No one would ever imagine it. any
way. You know papa said this morning
you acted as though you were about
Jwo."
81 forbear to retort. for l suppose /
must put up with abuse or be left by
the wayside weary"
| Edith laughed, and they drove on for
awhile in silence. The leaves on the trees
by the wayside stirred gently ana threw
| fluttering shadows on Eiith's white
gown. Overhead robin sang. From
| Vic QtSbduCo UculLU Ullcu CdLle Tile LII uT-
muir of the sea. In front of them, NOV
ing slowly, six great oxen drew wagon
loaded with dripping, glistening kelp
with f1uttered edges.
"Ahw Edith drew a long breath as
they came at last within sight of the
harbor alive with sails and spars. 'What
divine day this is! Do you know, it
seems to me | never before had loyeier
summer? Aren't you sorry that it's al
most time for you to 90 back to the city
and resume the accumulation of wealth 90
"Sorry! Jove! 1t breaks me all up
to think of it. Do you know why ?" Err
ic lowered his voice. Peter was deaf, but
to depend too much upon his deafness
was unsafe.
| "No, and don't want you to tell me,
either, for then | wouldn't have the fun
of wondering.''
Calmly spoken, but there was faint
tinge added to the color in her face. She
con tinued trife hurriedly:
"What do you suppose the captain of
the life-saving station has done?''
81 don't KNOW" said Eric, gnawing
his mustache.
"Why, he's ordered his men to shoot
all stray dogs that come about here"
Perfectly proper"
"Perfectly heathenish. l don't see
how they can do it. Could you shoot a
big, beautiful dog-shoot him dead?n
'If it were Sir Galahad and he had
been toying with my legs, 1 could. Hum
bly, and thankfully [ say it."
"Go on, Countess" Countess Jumped
as the lash of the whip struck her.
Yet it would probably have struck more
sharply could Countess and Mr.. Allen
have changed places. Countess resented
the cut, slight as it was, and forthwith
dropped her tail over one rein and
clinched it tightly. Eric leaned forward
and grasped the tail, removing it forci-
bly,.
''Thank heaven!' he exclaimed with
fervor. "Thrice to-day have been the
humble instrument Of saving your prec-
ious life!''
If he expected gratitude, he was dis
appointed. Miss West sat very straight
indeed, and looked directly in front of
her. Mr.. Allen surveyed her with a
critics eye.
GLOW stunning you look to-day. 1
like that gown"
Perceptible increase in the severity of