The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1895-05-23

girl enthusiasm. "He is as handsom,
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 max
ing believe to 60
''Sit down." she commanded "Of
course l 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
whats his name?" inquired, CURLY.
"Well, enough for you to know is
that it is William, and l call him Will,
because it is SO sweet to call him that"
''Oh!' exclaimed, in mock helpless
ness, save me from this Willie boy"
His name isn't Willie" she retorted,
angrily, land you have no right to tall.
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 l had written her a
poem once on her tawny, golden hair,
and ought to have had a suspicion, /
suppose. Anyway, l didn't, and now
that l had reused it / 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 Mis-
Harmon's forgetfulness, and off shs
| fouted to her room and staid there =
evening.
I'll never write another poem on
tawny hair, never as long as live.
presume l 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 1 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 a 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 boolly for
summer girl, and we talked on the
subject which | thought would in
terest her most, but in the midst of an
able dissertation of mine on the rela-
ton of fiction to fact, she looked
around suddenly as if she saw some
one, and quite disconnected me.
81 beg your pardon" she said, Il
thought l saw Mr.. Howard"
"Who is he?" l asked, with the fifth
cold and clammy clutch at my heart
had experienced during my brief visit
at the Spa, for felt that this was the
only golden, glorious opportunity left
me, and if l did not avail myself of it
with more success than had character
lied my previous efforts, l might as
well throw up nay hands and retice
from the emotional arena
The only man at the Spa," she re-
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,
l fear.
You know what l mean" she said,
rising and going over to the window
for a better point of observation.
"Who is your Mr. Howard?" 1 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. 81 wish he
were"
"Oh," snickered, and then proceed
ed more politely; Il presume he is an
other of the number l have found at
place. NhClC z Wei lLO LliCu.
Il don't know what he is" she an
swered. "At least not as you mean.
All l know is he is most delightful
man to know. The Spa for the last six
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.. Howard!'' and away
she dashed, calling back: Come on,
want you to meet him."
But didn't go. Not much. Between
the Charles and the Harrys and the
Freds and the Willies and the Mr.
Towards, 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 l most didn't want them
to be on good terms with than at any
place had ever heard of in my long
and eventful career, and, thoroughly
disguised with the experience l had
had, l rose from the corner and, with
an iron purpose in my heart, went
to my room, packed up my luggage,
commanded the clerk to send it to the
station, went there myself, without
single word of farewell to anybody,
and that night at twelve o'clock l
moved ont on the trrin bound for an