The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1895-09-21
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$50 you arel Now, look here,
Dewey, let's have a clear comprehen-
sion of the matter. Do you love Fanny
Winter
.'Well-ycs-I rather think, on the
whole, that am little taken with tho
sparkling brunette"
"a little takenl' How very enthu-
siastic you are! And she, poor child,
Is more than a little taken with you"
~ fiatter myself that you are RICH t.
swell, then. why don't you ask her
to marry your
"There it is" groancd Dewey; ''you
are all in such hurry. Can't man
admire girl without being brought to
book for it the very next day? j won't
be hurried. When ! get ready I'll
ask Fanny to marry me. Are you sat
isfed?"
Every far from it."
.'As Miss White is only your wife's
cousin, really don't recognize your
right to catcchise mcv
docs that mean that l am to mind
my own business?"
Ralph laughed. "Construe it as you
please-only pray don't bother me any
more"
He threw himself lazily on the grass,
flinging his cigar into the very heart
of cluster of wild flowers and MAX
ing an impromptu pillow of his arms,
crossed underneath his head
''Sleep, then" said Trevor, n little
contemptuously. ~ can't afford to
lose the brightest hours of n golden
day like this"
Our hero had not lain there many
minutes, however, before the soft
chime of girl voices sounded through
the tiny buglcs of summer insects and
the monotonous murmur of green
boughs overhead.
"Girls!" muttered Dewey; cant a
fellow be clear of EN- anywhere? But
they're on the other side of the copse,
that's one blessing, and il l keep quiet
they'll never beat up my ambush!'
They were on the other side Of the
copse-threc .bright-faced girls in fiut-
tering raiment.
"It's so delightfully."- cool here" said
Hildegarde Aymer, a fair blonde, as
Saxon as her name.
"And one can talk here, too" said
Mary Bell "At the hotel ono is never
certain of not being ovcrheard."
Dewey gave silent ch<cltlc ut this
Fanny White, leanin. against the
twisted stem of the veteran wild grape
vine, devoted her whole attention TO
her parasol handlG
She was the, pretticst of the thr &C,
with deep liz aid brown eyes and hair
black us me blacklist jet, while her
skin, just touched with the creamy
tint e,tnat characterizes the creole,
qrlowed carminc on her check.
~ Fanny, do let me try!" said Hide
garde. 1T will be such splendid
joke, and your English adorer is SO
long in making up his mind"
''But-but what will Capt. Aymel
think?"
Hell be delighted; men always
glory in bit of mischief, and Kent is
such splendid actor"
''Do, Fanny!' urged Mary Bell ut
will be inst for all the world like the
theater. IIildegarde's brother is to
pretend to be desperately in love with
you and you are to encourage his at
tentiops until that slow-moving Dewey
is brought to the point. How ! shall
enjoy|the progress of the situation"
.'Blt your brother must fully under
stand the scheme" said Fanny, hcsi-
tatiggly.
''gf course; sha'n't explain it to him
myself? There's not n bit of harm in
it, and MIR. Dewey certainly needs
sdne stimulus Now, do consent! Kate
Will be here this very evening"
| a-Ia
Eagerly cried Miss Bell, land all the
world knows that silence gives con-
T. sent. Come, see how long the shadows
are gettingT"
And the three graces fluttered down
the hillside
Dewey rose to his feet and walked
away also.
my dear little girls" said he, by
way of soliloquy, ''it's very cleverly
concocted little plan, but it won't
work, and I've no doubt shall enjoy
it as much as Miss Bell proposes to
do"
And he laughed aloud to think how
completely he should outgeneral his
feminine adversaries.
.Ill keep Fan in suspense for an
OLner InOntn, just w pay hcf III ehub'
he added, within himself. II like the
girl well enough, but for all that l
won't be hurried into matrimony."
Knowing what he knew, therefore,
Mr.. Dewey was not at oil surprised
that evening when he walked into the
hotel drawing-room to see stylish
young man in the uniform of a captain
sitting on the sofa and being very de-
voted to Miss White.
let 'cm work." said Mr.. Dewey, and
he sat down to play backgammon with
pretty little widow. Fannie watched
him from beneath her eyelashes.
1T doesn't produce any effect ut all
upon him-thc brute!' said 1Iildegarde,
who had expected to see the recreant
lover brought to captivating terms at
once.
THAT'S because we don't put 1t on
strong enough" said the captain
"Fanny-I may call you Fanny, mayn't
I?'
"Oh, certainly" said the little bru-
nettc; sits all in the play"
"Well, then, Fanny, think we
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