The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1895-05-30

MISS FERRY.
''But who is it you are talking
about?' said pretty Joyce, who had
been preparing a mustard paste for her
brothers chest.
Capt. Renwick answered promptly:
''My sweetheart.''
Kenneth, don't be ridiculous!' said
his mother, somewhat tartly.
The sweetest, prettiest blossom in
all the Adirondack wilderness!' pur-
sued Kenneth. The fairest of-Cat-
nip tea! l declare, Joyce, l won't drink
1T. What do you take me for?"
Its the best thing in the world for
cold on the chest" said Mrs. Rem
wick. "Oh, if you had only kept away
from that camping party"
Il mistoo1 her for the boatman's
daughter the first time" said Capt.
Renwick. She
Kenneth, don't talk-please don't
talk" urged his mother. Its the
worst thing you could possibly do, with
your lungs all congested, and"
But l must talk' said the captain.
Consider, mother, Joyce hasn't heard
word about it. She only came last
night. Fancy, Joyce, my being fool
enough to mistake her for a boatman's
daughter!''
why, aren't boatmen's daughters as
nice and ladylike as anyone?" said
Joyce, readjusting her apron ribbons.
'Oh, but this boatman lives in per-
petual state of shirt sleeves" said Rem
wick; and he is living fountain of
tobacco juice and talks abominable
grammar through his nose. And his
wife is a low class of Meg Merriles,
who takes too much bad whisky when
ever she has an opportunity. How
ever made such a blunder | can't mag
inc. But Jenkins sent me up to the
lake head to hire a boat, and when |
saw her sitting there among the water
lilies, jumped at once to the conclu-
sion that this was the boat to hire.
My good girl says fancy my idiocy!
if you will just row me up to Needle
point, and call for me again IN the
evening, I'll give you dollar"
And she?" said Joyce.
'Rowed me up, of course. l wish
you could have seen the way in which
she handled the oars. But it was
Dolph, the tobacco-soalled old boat
man, who called for me at sunset.
why didn't you send your daughter?'
says l. 1t wasn't my darter,' says he;
1T was Miss Perry. Well then, | met
her at the picnic. We talked together
half the evening. She is as b eautiful
as she is graceful, and as intelligent as
she is beautiful"
Did you APOLOGIZE" asked Joyce.
"Of course | apologized," said Capt.
Kenneth. And we had a good laugh
over it. She had been after water
lilies, she said. She paints em in
water colors. l am to have one when
they are finished. Joyce, you must
know her. She is beauty. And she
dances like a sylph, and sings like
Patti, and
NONSENSE" said Joyce. ga farm
er's daughter, seen through the big
end of the opera glass; You were al
ways victim to delusions, Kenneth"
My dear Joyce, l assure YOU"
Children, children demonstrated
Mrs. Renwick, piteously, do have a
little common sense. Kenneth. you
know you ought not to talk. Joyce,
don't you hear how hoarse your broth
er is? If pneumonia should set in after
this exposure"
Capt. Renwick made an expressive
Grimace. Joyce looked a little appre
hensive.
Mamma SAID she, you always
We're a pessimist. It's only cold that
ails Kenneth"
''But it is settling on his lungs, my
dear" said Mrs. Renwicli, plaintively
And out here in the wilderness there
isn't even drug store short of fifteen
miles. Oh, dear! Oh, dear! why did l
ever allow myself to be persuaded to
come to the Adirondaclis?"
The scenery, mammal said Joyce,
soothingly.
But one can't eat and drink scenery.
And this woman knows absolutely
nothing about omeiettes and French
coffee, and she never broiled a beef
steak in her life until | showed her
how. AS for her soups, they are simply
uueatable And the beds are as hard
as the neither milestone, and the
mosquitoes are unendura ble!"
"All these are trivial annoyances,"
said Capt. Kenwick, skillfully contriv-
ing to tip over the catnip tea. ITO me,
the Adirondacks are the garden of the
world! | shall never be willing to go
anywhere else in the summer. And
she says il is even finer here in the
winter, with the trifling exception of a
little solitude"
Kenneth cried his mother, in
agonized accents, you must not talk"
MY dearest mother, am all right if
you only won't fret!' declared the
prodigal son.
But Capt. Renwick's eyes were I'M
naturally bright. the hot flush of
fever burned on his cheek, and his
breathing was alternately hurried and
laborious.
1t was undoubtedly the fact that he
had taken a severe cold during the
camping-out expedition from which he
had just returned, and that this
cold had been proof, so far, at least
against all the remedies Mrs. Rem
wick bad used.
"Oh dear! oh dear sighed the
mother "Why doesn't the doctor