Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1894-10-26

comfortable position on the sofa, and
looked longingly ut box of cigars
which was placed just beyond his
reach.
"Of course know her name," said
he; land very pretty one it is.
Perry-Miss Perry"
"But who is it you are talking
about2" said pretty Joyce, who had
been preparing mustard-paste for
her brothers chest.
Captain Renwick answered prompt.
ly.
"My sweetheart
"Kenneth, don't be ridiculous r.
said his mother, somewhat tartly.
"'The sweetest, prettiest blossom in
oil tho Adirondack wildernesses |"
pursued Kenneth. ''The fairost Of
Catnip teal I declare, Joyce, I won't
drink it What do you take mo for?"
'It's the best thing in tho world
for cold on the Ghost" snid Mrs.
Kcnwick. wringing her hands. "Oh,
if You had only kept away from that
camping party"
'I mistook her for tho boatman's S
daughter the frst time" said Captain
Ronwick. ''She---"
Kenneth, don't talk--please don't
talk l' urged his mother. '1t's the
worst thing you could possibly do.
with your lungs all oongosted, and
''But must tnlk !" said tho captain.
"Consider, mother, Joyce hasn't
heard word about 1t. She only came
last night. Fancy, Joyce. my being
fool enough to mistake her for boat
mans daughter!"
"Why, nren't boatmen's daughters
as nice and lalylike as any oneP" said
Joyce, readiusting her apron ribbons.
"Oh, but this boatman lives in a
perpetual state of shirt-sleeves |" saitl
Renwiok; land he is living fountain
of tobacco juice, and talks abominablo
grammar through his nose. And his
wife is low class Of Meg Merrilies,
who takes too much bad whisky whom
ever she has the opportunity. How
over made such blunder I can't
imagine. But Jenkins sent me up to
tho Lake head to hire boat, and
when I saw her sitting there among
the water-lilies, I jumped at once to
the conclusion that this was the boat
to hire. My good girl says T.
fancy my idiocy l--'if you will just
row me up to Needle Point, and call
for me again in the evening, Ill give
you dollar"
"And she?" said Joyce.
"Rowed me up, of course. I wish
you could have seen the way in which
she handled the oars. But it was
Dolph, the tobacco-soaked old boat.
man, who called for me at sunset.
why didn't you send your daugh-
ier?' says I. 1t warn't my darter,
,ays he; it was Miss Perry Well,
then met her at the picnic. We
waltzed together half the evening.
She is as beautiful as she is graceful,
and as intelligent as she is beautiful. u
'Did you apologize?" asked Joyce.
''Of course I apologized," said Cap
lain Kenneth. "And we had good
laugh over it. She had been after
water-lilies, she said. She paints EN-
in water colors. I am to have one
when they are finished. Joyce, you
must know her. She is q perfect
beauty. And she dances like q sylph,
and sings like Patti, and"
"Nonsense - said Joyce. ga farm
er's daughter, seen through the big
end of the opera glass! You were al
ways victim to delusions, Kenneth.
"My dear Joyce, I assure you"
"Children, children!" remonstra
ted Mrs. Renwick, piteously, ''de
have little common sense. Kenneth
you know you ought not to talk
Joyce, don't you hear how hoarse YOU
brother is?" If pneumonia should Sc
in after this exposure"
Captain Renwick made an expires
sive grimace. Joyce looked a it'll
apprehensive.
"Mamma," said she, "you alway
were pessimist. It's only cold tina
ails Kennth.
! "But it is settling on his lungs, m,
dear" said Mrs. Renwick, plaintively
3 "And out here in the wilderness ther'
isn't even drug store short of fifteel
miles. Oh, dear oh, dear why die
ever allow myself to be persuaded t.
come to the Adirondacks?
"The scenery, mamma I" said Joyce
soothingly.
but one can't eat and drinl
scenery. Aud this woman know