The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1894-04-19

Y = \ have known,
that it was just
the time wicn Ralph was most busy--
the prime Of the morning, when the
writer's ideas nre most vigorous md,
ns he ioudly hopes, most original
But Mark was not nltruist enough to
care two pins whether he disturbed
his friend ia the middle of r. notion or
fried SOLE Aud yct he, too, was II
writer.
He bounded into Ralph's rooms ike
a tipcNt.
"l'm under sentence. my dear fcl.
low he cried, needless of the COM
posrd look of reproach that was levied
Mt him, ''and | thought you'd like to
know.
That's tresome, exclaimed Ralph,
Mechanically closing his fountain pen.
"Now. what want to know is.
proceeded Mark Parliuston. where
am ! to 60? Egad, if only | could
meet with a girl like the future Mrs
Gray--at least, il all YOU say o! her is
to be believed. "
"a most wise reservation, that! ="
said Ralph "But there, now, why
not get oil to Wales and try your own
luck? People don't value Vale, a.
they ought. 1t is lovely country,
II wall find the people in the
.-thc-way parts extraordinarily
pie and unspoilt.
All right Give me her address, or
least tell me her name; and II she
comes up to your own portrait of her,
by Jove, Ralph, I'll take til, leap, too,
and settle down.
"l'll not give You her address, my
dear fellow, nor tell you her name.
But I'll tell you where met her, and
! think you'll have no difficulty IN
finding others something like her,
You can take train to Pwllhell ami
then make your way to Aberenllyn
anyhow you please.
Darlington picked up his stich,
"Thnnks, my dear fellow. oh, by the
WAY, Just write II down, will You?
Aher-- something or othcr is vague.
hope the grub will be cniurable?'
"Yes, it will be eniurable," said
Ralph, and he wrote the name on II
slip of paper "rhcro you are, and II
good time to You.
Mark Par,lngton was much more
impusiyc than he looked He WAS
forty-ouc, stout, rather more red OF
face than he liked to he, aud with
ears that stuck ont from his head As
If they were the split halves of hoop
with the rounded parts set to his
skull.
The day after his interview with
Ralph Gray he took train for Wales
1t was close upon o'clock when he
reached Abereullyn. An air Of sacred
calm WAS over the village, The very
pigs of the place were penued Words
cannot say more to prove the pro-
fundity ofAberenllyns Sunday torpor
At this stage of his adventures Mark
heard steps behind him, and the door
of II cottage opened. He turned to
look into II pair of sunny gray eyes.
They belonged To II young woman,
whose pretty figure was well declared
by her ht-tittlnS black dress. There
WAS either the beginning or the oud of
II smile upon her lips, The lips were
small aud shapely, and So were the
teeth they half hid, Mark did not
take IN NIL at once the fact that this
girl was beautiful, but he felt Justine
lively that she had human heart nm
der her bodice. In reply, therefore,
to her charmingly liSped "Canwe offer
you shelter, sir?' he poured ont his
plant There was an elderly, dar6.
eyed and hard-Mced woman in the
gloom of passage behind, and the
nigbt-cap on her head at once made
Mark regard her rs an enemy. But as
he sat on chair in the little room,
numbered with millinery, into which
he had been invited, and watched the
play of the girls face, Mark knew
that he had gained an ally.
He sat in patience while the gir
opened and carried on lengthy con
versation with the night.capped lady
"My aunt says, sir, observed the
girl at length, that If You will eXcus,
the confusion she shall give you {
room.
Another look into the gray eyes ant
all Marx s scruples fed.
81 cannot tell you how relieved
feel, he said, with genuinely CRATE
ful ring in his voice, rs he followed
the girl into a chamber about nine fec
square. the prim horse haired furnitur,