Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1893-04-21

pie, who had boarded with Miss Smith
for three successive summers, find
ing in the quiet Of this secluded
village an enjoyment that no crowded
watering-place could give them.
Tad had seen very little of them,
and only noticed that the lady was
rather stout and pleasant-faced. while
the gentleman was also stout and
rather jolly. The name was curiously
familiar, though, and he racked hia
brain in vain to think where he had
heard it.
Tad always had his liberty on Sat
urday afternoon, and, borrowing Ar
Kenneth's big, fat-bottomed boat, he
had invited Joe Whitney, Polly Flagg
and the dog Bounce to go after lilies in
Bixport pond-a beautiful sheet oi
water, not far from Deacon Whitney's s.
There's Mr.. Mason and his wife al
ready" said Polly. glancing ashore
'they always put up some lunch and
start for the pond just as soon as they
get fairly settled at Miss Smiths"
girls that are boarding at Widow Simp-
son's-with Mr.. Forrest" added Joe,
with a slight chuckle, as he remem'
bered the bitten apple.
"Come ashore and have some lunch,
young folks" called Mr.. Mason, who
was great favorite in Bixport, be.
cause, as they said, che nor his wife
put on city airs-if they acere worth
half million dollars"
So the boat was headed for the shore,
and, as it touched the beach, Polly.
with both hands full Of long-stemmed,
fragrant treasures, jumped ashore
followed, more slowly, by Tad and Joe.
"John, dear, s0iu you look at those
lovely hliesr' exclaimed Mrs. Mason;
and, at the sound of her voice, it all
came back to Tad-the Pullman car,
and TIA night journey to Boston be-
hind Mrs.. John G. Mason's chair, shell
tered by Mrs. John g. Mason's cloak.
How funny it was. to be sure!
The little party gathered round the
lunch-basket, under the shade of some
delightfully."- tall pines, and began to
discuss rather substantial lunch. At
little distance were the Misses Baker,
two very nice girls Of culture, from
Boston-and, having said this, it Is
perhaps unnecessary to ado that the
younger wore eyeglasses, and had
brought volume of Ruskin for light
reading, while her sister, with artistic
tendencies, was seated under large
white umbrella before an easel, making
a sketch of Bixport pond In oils. MIR.
Forrest, who represented himself as of
one of the first families Of New York,
was most elaborately dressed in cool
and becoming boating suit Of cream
colored flannel; and when he arose
from u very sreeu iaOssy log on which
he had been sitting, the effect of color
was so striking as to draw an audible
snort from the observant Joe Whitney.
''Say, Mr.. Forrest" he called. with
his mouth full Of sandwich, II wouldn't
set down much in them white clos
they're all streaked up behind now; be-
sides, there's lots of bumble-bee' 's-nests
round here"
Mr.. Forrest, who had turned very
red, did not receive the suggestion in
kindly spirit.
Young man." he said, loftily, "allow
me to say that your coarse familiarity
is very unpleasant-have the goodness
TO attend to your own affairs"
"All right" replied Joe, with wink
of exquisite meaning directed to Polly,
who shook her head at him warningly,
and, after another attack on the cat
ables, he sat in silent meditation.
"Got pin, Polly?" he asked, in a
low tone Of voice, as he wiped linger-
ing crumb or two from his lips with his
coat-slecve.
What do you want Of ftp" suspi-
siously returned Polly.
WHY want itl'' was the unsatis-
factory reply.
Here's one, Joe" said Mr.. Mason,
with, / regret TO say, somewhat hui
mOrous twinkle in his eye.
"Now, Johnr' expostulated his wife,
as Joe, taking it, rose to his feet and
strolled off, what made you?-you
knoao that boy is always up to some
kind Of mischief"
But Mr.. Mason, who had stretched
himself at ease on the green sward,
with his straw hat over his face,
seemed suddenly 10 have fallen into a
deep sleep, not unpunctuated by an
occasional snore; so Mrs. Mason, lean
ing back against tree-trunk, famed
herself languidly, and chatted with
Polly, who was making a lily-wreath
for her shade-hat, while Bounce lay
lay looking on with lazy interest. Tad,
hugging his knees, which were drawn
nearly up to his chin, sat little dis
tance of, thinking how singular it was
that, in big world, he should again
have met the owner Of the fur cloak,
and wondering what she would say if
she knew the part she had played in
helping him along on his way to Blk
port.
II was one Of those delightful sum
mer afternoons when one feels disin-
clincd 70 do any thing but dream away
the idle hours. The clear. unruffled
surface Of Bixport pond reflected the
drifting VI tc clouds overhead, and the
tall, whisl ling pines which bent over
- margin, as faithfully as some great
mirror. Far of, st the other end, a
solitary loon sent out his quiyering cry
from time TO time, while now and then
the shrill note Of the locust cut through
the warmth and stiffness Of the air with
monotonous persistency The murine"
Of Mr.. FORESTS voice, as that gentle
man, unmindful Of Joe's warning, re-
clincd gracefully at Miss Bakers feet,
reached Tad's ears.
ayes, Miss Baker," he was saying,
81 am passionately fond Of art, and, as
what s-his-namc says, the study Of the
beautiful is a-o-w-w-w-wi OH ohr'
The wild whoop with which Mr.. For
rest unexpectedly ended his aesthetic
remarks startled the young lady 80
much that she dropped her palette,
paint side down, full upon Mr.. For
rests upturned face, while he, spring
ing wildly 10 his feet, began thrashing
his person with both hands, shouting
"Shooi Shoot as he madly danced
about the green sward!
II beg your pardon, ladies'" he
ba lily exclaimed. as both the Misses
Baker stared nt him aghast, "but /