Shiner gazette. [volume] (Shiner, Tex.) 1893-current, 1894-12-27

Is IL course TO Jell tue LtuLnr Mr
Vaudeville is very kind and courte-
Gus, but he will not miss me after the
first few evenings, and dear, patient
Frank will have one less to provide
for. Yes, I win go to Uncle Paul"
you may as well commit suicide
at once" said Juliet
you'll never marry in that wilder
ness, " said Mrs Temple.
"There are nineteen old maids in
this block said Gladys. 1--WE
counted them yesterday, Dora and l.
DO you suppose there are as many in
the wilderncss?"
Nonsense" said Mrs. Temple.
"And besides,' asked Gladys, the
laughter fading from her eyes, sis it
the end and aim of girls to marry?
Why shouldn't l be an old maid as
well as another? DO you think l
shouldn't survive it? You will see"
She had made up her mind. Within
three days she had purchased thick
boots, flannel suit, and rough
straw bonnet, trimmed with blue rib.
bons and had gone to Lake Molechunll-
amunlS.
Her uncle was glad to see her. He
didn't live in a wigwam, as she fam
cied, but in n pretty little cottage,
shaded with forest trees and embow-
cred with morning glories. lie did
no ill to the queens English, like the
hunters in the dime novels, and he
provided a pretty boudoir for her,
whose pink netting set gnats and flies
at defiance.
~ think 1 shall be quite happy
here" said Gladys, as she sat in n
boat and read while her uncle fshed.
Don't regret the New York beaux,
eh?" said her uncle
Gladys stoutly answered;
NO"
But afterward she asked herself
had she told the truth.
"If Darrell Vaudeville wishes to
marry Miss Dorrance, let him." she
thought. Il shall never pursue any
man."
That very day, however. when she
returned from ramble in the forest,
with her hat full of berries a stranger
was within.
said n handsome, middle-aged man,
who appeared to be what he was, n
Wall street broker, spending the
sumrser in the wilderness; but my
friend has fallen over cliff and
broken his leg, aud this was the
nearest shelter within seven miles.
Perhaps your husband will"
"But he isn't my husband" said
Gladys composedly, depositing the
berries on the table; "he's my uncle,
and If he were here he would say as
do, that you are very welcome.
Where is your friend? am not much
of surgeon, but"
She stepped abruptly. There, lying
on a chintz-covered lounge, his pallid
face supported by cushions, lay Darrell
Vaudeville.
"Miss Garland" he exclaimed. 81
am very glad"
''Mr, Mandevillew she uttered in
the same tone. 81 am so very sorryl"
because have drifted here, of all
places?" he pleaded,
because you are hurt" faltered
Gladys with tears in her eyes,
81 knew you were somewhere in
this region" he said "In faith,
was searching for you, Gladys, did
not expect to find you yet a while, and
thus IL thought
He closed his eyes, and a deadly
pallor crossed his face.
81 think he has tainted" said his
friend.
And then Uncle Paul came in, who
was born a chirurgeon, and who knew
all the healing secrets of the glen and
foSast- and Gladys heaved n sigh of
relief.
Mr.. Vaudeville made but slow con-
valescence, yet he did not appear to
regard the detention as unpleasant.
The Wall street broker went back to
his business
~ think we could easily get you to
Andover," he said wstfully. And n
parlor car"
"Oh, hang your parlor cars" said
the young man, impetuously. 81 am
doing very we'll where am now"
"Oh," said the broker, a sudden
light of comprehension irradiating
hiS dull brain. "oh, in that case I
may as well leave you to. your fate.
It's the old, old story of Ulysses and
the sirens"
Mrs. Temple came into the room
where Dora and Juliet were remodel
ing their white dresses for a theater
party at the Casino one day, with
flushed cheeks and shining eyes.
Girls" she cried, 'what do you
think? Gladys is engaged.
ITO some buffalo hunter, l sup
pose" said Dora.