The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1894-05-19

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"Her will shall be my will" said
FARMLAND. yoftily. "a mans wife
Hallool who are these people?"
A party just beyond the wall of rock,
whose veil of floating vine leaves nearly
concealed them, had called forth the
ejaculation. A man in a rough velveteen
suit, with the cone-shaped hat one sees
in Italy, and a dark-eyed, brilliant
checked girl in the equally picturesque
costume of an Italian singer--these
| formed the party, while upon a low
camp stool just beyond sat an artist
busily employed in sketching the group.
FARMLAND stood still, staring. Rosa
mond curled her lip and tossed herpret-
| ty head. while Kenneth Field involun-
tary dotted his cap with the courtesy
every true gentleman accords to woman
hood in all its forms as he met the shy
glance of the dark-eyed tambourinist
a don't know what business these
folks can have here" said FARMLAND
haughtily.
the girl is a bold-looking creature, ;"
said Rosamond, land think if She"
Pardon, signora," hesitatinely in
terrupted the girl. ''but speak Eng
lish."
Miss FARMLAND drew herself up
| at matters little to me whether you
do or do not" she said, haughtily. 81
beg, in any event. you will have the
goodness not to address yourself to
me-"
Il too. am a woman, signora." softly
pleaded the sweet voice; but FARMLAND
stepped arrogantly forward.
MY good people, you may not be
aware that You are trespassers upon
private grounds"
The man in the velveteen suit sprang
to his feet, with flush mounting to
his brow; but the girl, laying her
hand on his arm, whispered one or two
words which apparently fell like oil
upon the waves of his rising temper.
He smiled and sank back once more
upon his impromptu couch Of grass in
a languidly graceful attitude.
"Shall play you tune, signor?" he
asked, in Italian, drawing his fingers
lightly across the resounding chords of
with amused eyes.
"Eh? What does he say?" asked
FARMLAND.
| The girl interpreted, with sprightly
motion, as If she would touch her tam
BOURNE.
I'll haven't any change" said Mr..
FARMLAND. somewhat disconnected in
spite of himself. Besides I am not
fond of music. These low people pre-
sumo so," he added, in very audible
soto voce, as Miss Rosamond drew her
delicate skirts together, as If fearing
that the contact of the tambourine
players dress might sully them.
Not one little tune, signorap" pleaded
the pretty tambourinist
81 wonder you have the impudence to
address yourself to mel" said Miss
FARMLAND. Guy, do believe you'll
have to get these people ordered of
the premisesl"
The artist, who had sat still all this
time, deliberately laid aside his sketch
ing board and pencil at this juncture
and rose to his feet
.'Gently, my friend, gently" he said.
"You would find it rather impracticable
to warn Miss Althorpe off her OWE
grounds"
Guy FARMLAND started and looked
around.
"Miss Althorpe!"
The girl with the tam bourine stepped
forward and made a courtesy.
I'm costume a la Tyrolese for my
friend, Mr.. Randall, to SKETCH" she
said, laughingly. II am really quite
battered that my impersonation is sc
correct. Pray, don't turn back" with
a pretty gesture of her hand, as Frank
land had early retreated over the
edge of the chasm in his confusion.
..You will find the glen exceedingly
pretty little way further up. Isup
pose you are people from the hotel
and am always very glad to have any