The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1894-09-20

stood. But presently she said in halting
English that the face Of her white
friend was good, and she hoped that she
would come one time and sit beside her
in her wigwam, for she would be sad
till her husband travelled to her.
Mrs. Townley made some polite reply
in simple English, pressed the girls
hand sympathetically and hurried away.
Before she parted from Mr.. Lambert,
however, she said, with pretty touch
of cynicism: 81 think i see Marion Ar
mour listening to her sister-in-law is
sue invitations to her wigwam. l am
afraid should be rather depressed my
self if l had to be sisterly to wigwam
lady"
"But I say, Mrs Townley," rejoined
Lambert seriously as he loitered at the
steps Of her carriage, 81 shouldn't be
surprised if my Lady Wigwam-a rather
apt and striking title, by the way
turned out better than we think. She
carried herself rippingly without the
blanket and never saw more beauti-
full hand in my life-but one, he add
ed as his fingers at that moment closed
on hers and held them tightly in spite
of the indignant little effort at with
drawal. "she may yet be able to give
them all points in dignity and that kind
of thing and pay Master Frank back in
mis- own coin. do not see, after all,
that he is the martyr"
Lambert's voice got softer, for he
still held Mrs Townley's fingers, the
footman not having the matter in his
eye, and then he spoke still more seri-
ously on sentimental affairs of his own,
in which he evidently hoped she would
take some interest. Indeed it is hard to
tell how far the case might have been
pushed if she had not suddenly looked a
little forbidding and imperious, for
even people Of no notable height, with
soft features, dark brown eyes and de-
lightful little laugh, may appear rather
regal at times. Lambert did not quite
understand why she should take this at
titude. If he had been as keen regarding
his own affairs of the affections as in
the case Of Frank Armour and his In
dian bride, he had known that every
woman has in her mind the occasion
when she should and when she should
not be wooed, and nothing disappoints
her more than declaration at time
which is not her time. II IL does not
fall out as she wishes it, retrospect, a
dear thing to woman, is spoiled. Many
man has been set to the right about
because he has ventured in proposal at
the wrong time. What would have oc-
CURED to Lambert it is hard to tell, but
he saw that something was wrong and
stopped in time.
When General Armour and his party
reached Greyhope, it was late in the
evening. The girl seemed tired and con.
fused by the events of the day and did
as she was directed indifferently, limp
ly. But whea they entered the gates Of
Greyhope and travelled up the long ave-
nue. of lines she looked round her some
what eagerly and drew long sigh,
maybe of relief or pleasure She pres
emily stretched out hand almost caress-
ingly to the thick trees and the grass
and said aloud, "Oh, the beautiful trees
and the long grass!" There was whiI
of birds wings among the branches,
and then presently there rose from q
distance the sweet gurgling whistle OF
the nightingale. A smile as of remi.
niscence crossed her face. Then she said,
as if to herself; 1T is the same. shall
not die. 1 hear the birds wings, and
one is singing. 1t is pleasant to sleep in
the long grass when the nights are sum
mer and to hang your cradle in the
trees" a.
She had asked for her own blanket,