The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1894-10-20
TWO DISGU Uses
Ii was a summer morning at New

port. w..
The sea was like silver under the
July sun; the gulls scared and dipped;
the breeze blew freshly and sent the
little fishing smacks flying over the
waves like airy bits Of thistle-down.
The two gicls, however, standing on
the lawn Of one Of those elegant villas
that line that part Of the town known
as the Cliffs . were too much engaged
settling dispute that had arisen be-
tween them to give up heed to natures
beauties. zt
ut IS a shame, Kate said one OF
them, appealing to the other, "and you
are simply the stubbornest girl ever
saw in my life! Here I've been since
the first of June, planning for your
coming, all sorts Of things picnics, sail
ing parties, balls and receptions, and
now you tell me that you are going on
to-morroW to bury yourself in that
poky little down-East village"
Kate Drayton laughed good-humored-
~ at Nell Olcott's TRADE, but shook
her head resolutely.
''You are good as gold, DEAR" said
she, "as you always were, but my plans
are made; I only take Newport, as 7
said, in passing. I simply hate the
life, Nelly, and you know it, that nv
wretched millions oblige me to lead,
and I intend to get out of it if I can
men fluttering about me from morn
till night, and night till morning. and
not one among them who loves me for
myself. More than that, Nell, dear,
Paul Crosby comes home this sum-
mef!"
The tragic earnestness Of this COM
munication proved too much for Miss
Drayton's gravity; she broke into laugh
ter in spite Of her serious vexation and
disappointment.
THAT bugbear Of yours, Kate, still
lives, then?" said she; "but really, nv
dear, speaking frankly, why should you
mind SO much that your uncle jacob
from whom, by the way, all your
money came-took the fad in his head
of marrying you to Paul and thereby
merging his own and the Crosby mill
ions into one grand whole? He was
lover of Paul's mother, believe when
they were children together, and meant
only to show his fidelity to her men,
DRY by uniting her son to the niece
that he loved best in the world.''
YES" said Kate, ''that is all true,
Nelly, but no woman with a grain of
independence in her nature would will
ingly put herself in the way of a man
who must necessarily feel himself
bound, whether or no. to ask her to
larry him, to marry her millions, rath-
er, to the millions that he already DOS
sessed. My sister, more fortunate than
1, married for love before this money
came to us; I'll do the same, my dear,
or stay unmarried forevermore. Mrs.
Jansen, to whom go in Ruxton, was
my old Wellesly teacher; she married
a doWn-East minister, and has a love-
~ home there, to which she has often
invited me. Moreover, she agrees to
allow me to pass unquestioned for the
obscure country lass that I was when
she knew me. She will tell no stories,
of course, and I would not ask it, but
with equal certainty SIZE will tell no
tales out Of school,"
Nell Olcott did not give in to Kate
Drayton's "foolshness," as she called
1t, without a gallant struggle.
But Kate was deaf to reason, and two
days late was helping herself to a third
light biscuit at Mrs. Jansen's bounti-
fully spread breakfast table, and con-
graduating herself that three long, de-
1ightful months were still before her
in the shady dells of these beautiful,
far-away mountains.
The weeks passed on like an enchant-
ing dream.
To the weary society girl the dull
quiet Of the little country village pos
sesscd an indescribable charm, and
Mr.. and Mrs. Jansen, who had no chill
dren Of their own, daily rejoiced in
her cheerful presence and wondered
how they had ever been able to do
without her.
In fact, Kate Drayton had come like
a sunbeam into the prim New England
household
With her own hands she weeded the
garden and filed tho vase with flowers
from garnet to cellar, tied gay scerfs
on the rigid chair backs and uncom-
promising sofas, and Topped back with
gorgeous bows Of a most unpuritan
red the stiff white curtains.
Ex-ball robes Of silk, MULE and satin
changed under her nimble fingers to
such things Of beauty in throws
"splashers," "screens'" and 'head-
rests for parlor" and chambers, that
the house was never free Of curious
visitors feasting their! eyes upon the
dainty, pretty things that made the par
sonage gayer, they declared, than a
regular church fair.
Miss Drayton was in her element,
enjoying herself to the top of her bent,
and filed with pride that she had had
the courage Of her convictions to at
last enjoy herself in a rational way.
Things had been going on thus forth
a month, perhaps, when, having tried
about everything else in the shape Of
amusement that the village afforded,
Kate Drayton got up one morning
with fixed determination to compass
horseback ride. But, alas! the Jan
sen stable afforded but one nag, a bob
tall, roam mare by the name Of Meg,
whose tail, tradition said, had been
nibbled off by the old red calf, and that
the minister was accustomed to drive
on distant parochial visits.
Happily for the success Of the whim,
it CHANGED to be a stay -at-home day
with the pastor, and Kate was soon IN
stalled on a borrowed side-saddle loan
ed by an obliging neighbor, and canter-
ing blithely over the green, swelling
fields. -