The Colfax chronicle., 1895-07-06

girl enthusiasm. he Is as u8uOSOu10
as Apollo and as poetical as Pan, and
I'd rather listen to him talk than any
man ever heard"
I'm sorry" l said, rising and maxi
ing believe to go.
''Sit down." she commanded. "Of
course except YOU"
but you wouldn't If the incompar-
able what's-his-name were here"
Don't be jealous" she laughed. He
isn't here"
'sWhat's his name?" inquired, curtly.
"Well, enough for you to know is
that it is William, and call him WIZ,
because it is so sweet to call him that"
"Oh!" exclaimed, in mock helpless
ness, Save me from this Willie boy"
"Eis name isn't Willie" she retorted,
angrily, ''and You have no right to talk
of him in that way. He's a gentleman.
and. perhaps, If he were here You
might take few lessons from him."
That was the first time / had ever
suspected Miss Hertone of having
temper, though had written her q
poem once on her tawny, golden hair,
and ought to have had a suspicion,
suppose. Anyway, didn't, and now
that 1 had reused 1t 1 had to tame it
again or suffer the consequences
didn't tame it, and she left me there
in the corner by myself, without even
the solace of a book, thanks to Miss
Barmon's forgetfulness, and off she
fiouted to her room and staid there all
evening.
| I'll never write another poem on
| tawny hair, never as long as live.
presume had been sitting In that
corner for as much as fifteen minutes,
though it seemed so long that started
| up suddenly at one time possessed OF
the idea that had finished my months
vacation and it was time for me to
take the train for home, when Miss
Barton appeared at one of the windows
of the reception room, and stepped
| over to her and asked her to come out
and sit with me while the moon shone
down through the vines and sprinkled
its silver showers upon the honey
suckles clustered there. Possibly they
weren't honeysuckles; very likely they
were not, for this happened in August,
and the honeysuckle crop is harvested
some time before that date. In any
event, whatever the vines were, the
young woman accepted my invitation,
and in few moments we were talking
as pleasantly as if my life at the Spa
had been brief and blissful block out
of Paradise, instead of what it had
been.
Miss Barton was rather booky for q
summer girl, and we talked on the
subject which l thought would In
terest her most, but in the midst of an
able dissertation of mine on the rela-
tion of fiction to fact, she looked
around suddenly as If she saw some
one, and quite disconnected me-
II beg your pardon" she said, II
| thought saw Mr.. Howard"
"Who is he?" / asked, with the fifth
cold and clammy clutch at my heart I
had experienced during my brief visit
at the Spa, for I felt that this was the
only golden. glorious opportunity left
me, and if did not avail myself of 1t
with more success than had character
lied my previous efforts, might as
well throw mp my hands and retire
from the emotional arena
"The only man at the Spa," she 70
piled, ''who is worth knowing"
But I'm here" ventured, modest
ly.
''Of course, don't mean you," she
apologized, but it did not strike me ex-
actly as the way should have worded
it if had been called on to assist her
rhetoric.
"Indeed?' / laughed rather harshly,
/ fear.
"You know what mean," she said.
rising and going over to the window
for better point of observation.
"Who is your Mr.. Howard?'' I In
quired, just about as any other man
would have done under similar circum-
stances.
"He isn't my Mr.. Howard" she re-
Piled, somewhat sharply. II wish he
were."
| .'Oh," snickered, and then proceed
ed more politely; II presume he Is an.
other of the number have found at q
place where there were no men,"
II don't know what he is" she an.
swered. "At least, not as you mean.
All know Is he is a most delightful
man to know. The Spa for the last siz
weeks would have been an ineffable
bore if it hadn't been for him, and
here she bounded to her feet, exclaim.
ing: ''Oh, it is Mr.. Howardl" and away
she dashed. calling back: Come on,
want you to meet him"
But didn't go. Not much Between
the Charles aud the Harrys and the
Freds and the Willies and the Mr.
Howards, had formed an adamantine
conclusion that for a Spa in which
there were no men, there were more
men and on better terms with the
young women most didn't want then
to be on good terms with than at any
place had ever heard Of in my lonf
and eventful career, and, thoroughly
) disgusted with the experience hat