Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1894-10-05

d DoW anu SlullS uS uo uOeS give. Tell
Eorthup there was never anything like
it. It's queer should meet him so often
in my walks to market, now amt it?
Miss Trevor and the rest of the family
have gone to the seashore, and | can't
think why he keeps a-staying on in Lit
tletield As say to, Northup, with all
his fine ways | guess that young man
will bear looking after"
Edith heard these things with dropped
head and faint rising flush, but silent
ly refused to enlighten Mrs. Northup
on her relations with the Ashleys. Her
MS. had been sent some weeks previous
to the magazine, and now she was on
the anxious seat of the young author,
who reads life or death in the editors
| decree. She knew she ought to set her
self to work, but a strange bodily Ian
guor rendered every effort abortive
Her imagination seemed unstrung, like
her nerves. and would yield nothing CO.
herent. Her attic chamber was sitting
in the long, hot dog days, and the railway
trains became more and more unendur-
able, while the engine drivers appeared
to take a malignant pleasure in startling
her sleep with diabolical shrieks. She
began many things - stories, poems,
sketches--and then threw them aside
half finished. In fact, she was subsist-
ing on two little poems taken by child's
magazine, and which she calculated
would, with the closest economy, carry
her through to September. She had
given up meat and tea and confined her
self to bread and milk and a little fruit
as the cheaper diet. If the story was re-
fused, after all, what was to become of
her? Now that her brain seemed afro
phied, perhaps somebody's kitchen door
would open to her necessities. She
dared not think of poor Will. Hope was
kept alive in her bosom by old Miss
Rivers, to whom she had opened her
heart. Celestina felt as morally certain
that the story would be accepted as that
her half yearly stipend would soon be
coming from England or Switzerland.
Day after day crept by. The heat and
drouth were distressingly prolonged.
Even Mrs. Northup's nerves and temper
had given way, for she had brought her
self to the point of spanking Margery.
street might have seen the young girl
pass on her walk to the postoffice with
yearning expectation in her eyes, and
come back baffied, dropping with disap-
pointment and heartache. The editor
in-rhief was away fishing in the mount
aims; but how was she to know that
fact? And Mrs Archer was i'll in Paris,
and that, too, was hidden from the mind
of poor Celestina, who walked by faith
and not by sight.
One morning as Edith emerged from
the postoffice empty handed, and even
more respondent than usual, she met
Harold Ashley race to face. He lifted
his hat and colored high. Edith, too,
was painfully embarrassed by the unex-
pected encounter,
81 have been trying to see you this long
time, Miss March, to ask you for an ex-
PLANTATION. The whole Ashley family
feel agrieved and injured by your treat
ment."
81 am sorry" said Edith, walking fast,
as if to get away from him, though with
his long strides he easily kept by her
side 81 can give no explanation ex-
Cept the one | gave your sister-the sim
pie truth"
YES, Fanny felt that snub very
deeply"
Don't call it snub, Mr.. Ashley. l
had to say it, though it cost me many
pang. Perhaps the words were rude
and blunt; but l am working girl. /
have no time, no right to amuse myself.
| should be disloyal to poor Will"
But there are so many things l have
to say to you, Miss March, and you will
not listen; you avoid me, you run away
whenever l approach"
81 don't understand you, Mr.. Ashley"
returned Edith coldly, What can you
have to say to me! You ought to be at
the seashore this moment with Miss
Trevor"
"Mary Trevor? She is my cousin, and
a confirmed invalid. What has she to
do with it? she is a great deal older
than l am"
Il don't know'-Edith stumbled along
in her speech, her face burning crimson
"that is, understand-they do say you
are to marry Miss Trevor"
Harold stood still and turned quite
pale, his gaze fixed searchingly on her
face "Oh, that explains it. You think
| ought to have nothing to say to you
because am going to marry Mary Ire
vor," and he threw back his head and
laughed. well, Miss March, desired
to let you know that am going up to
Tamerack Camp, where your brother is,
to visit Stevens. 1t occurred to me that
you might have some message for him"
For Willie! Oh, how good you are!
Do tell him am perfectly well and in
the best of spirits, and fourishing gen