Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1894-10-22

-. - - :: artillery shifted
his feet to q more
comfortable position on the sofa, and
looked longingly at box of cigars
which was placed just beyond his
reach.
"Of course l know her name" said
he; "and very pretty one it is.
Perry Perry"
"But who is it you are talking
about?" said pretty Joyce, who had
been preparing u mustard-paste for
her brothers chest.
Captain Renwick answered prompt.
ly.
"My sweotheart!"
"konneth, don't be ridiculous p
said his mother, somewhat tartly.
"The sweetest, prettiest blossom in
oil tho Adirondack wildernessos I"
pursued Kenneth. "The faircst Of
Catnip teal I declare, Joyce, won't
drink it What do you take me for ?"
"It's the best thing in the world
for cold on the chest" said Mrs.
Ronwick. wringing her hands. "Oh,
if you had only kept nway from that
camping party"
'I mistooll her for tho boatman's
daughter tho first time, " said Captain
Renwic,I. "bhe--"
Kenneth, don't talli--please don't
talk |" urged his mother. 'It's the
worst thing you could possibly do,
with your lungs all congested, and
"But must talk !" said tho captain.
"Consider, mother, Joyce hasn't
heard word about it. Sho only came
last night. Fancy, Joyce, my being
fool enough to mistake her for boat
mans daughter" !"
"Why, aren't boatmen's daughters
MS nice and laiylike as any one?" snid
Joyce, rendjusting her apron ribbons
"Oh, but this boatman lives in q
perpetual state of shirt-sleeves !" said
Renwick; ''and he is living fountain
of tobacco juice, and talks abominable
grammar through his nose. And his
wife is Il low class of Meg Merrilies,
who takes too much bad whisky when
ever she has the opportunity. How
L ever made such blunder | can't
imagine. But Jenkins sent me up to
the Lake head to hire Il boat, and
when L saw her sitting there among
the waterlilios, jumped at once to
the conclusion that this was the boat
to hire. MY good girl says l.
fancy my idiocy !--'if you will just
row me up to Needle Point, and call
for me again in the evening, I'll give
you II 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-
ter?' says ]. 1t warn't my darter,
says he; 'it was Miss Perry Well,
then l 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. "
"Did you apologize?" asked Joyce.
"Of course l apologized, " said Can
tain Kenneth. "And we had n GOOD
laugh over it. She had been after
water-lilies, she said. She paints 'em
in water colors. 1 ain to have one
when they are finished. Joyce, YOU
must know hcr. She is a perfect
beauty. And she dances like sylph,
and sings like Patti, and ="
"Nonsense !" said Joyce. ga farm
er's daughter, seen through the big
end of the opera glass You we're al
way s victim to delpsions, Kenneth. "
"AIy dear Joyce, assure you"
"Children, children!" remonstra-
ted Mrs. Renwick, piteously, "do
have little common sense. Kenneth,
you know you ought not to talk.
Joyce, don't you hear how hoarse your
brother is?" If pneumonia should set
in after this exposure"
Captain Renwick made an express
sive grimace. Joyce looked little
apprehensive.
"Mamma, said she, "you always
were pessimist. It's only cold that
nils Kennth."
but it is settling on his lungs, my
dear, " said Mrs. Renwick, plaintively.
"And out here in the wilderness there
isn't even drug store short of fifteen
miles, Oh, dear oh, dear! why did
ever allow myself to be persuaded to
come to the Adirondacks 90
"The scenery, mamma !' said Joyce,
soothingly.
"But one can't eat and drink
scenery. And this woman knows