St. Landry clarion. (Opelousas, La.) 1890-1921, 1895-06-29

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gN VII kSsgI @# dear Kenneth, there
M YasS neyer was anything
~ SO ridiculous
8SoS The captain of ar
3sslasssSss tillery shifted his feet
7J@Is M to more comforta-
Se BILE position on the
W ~ sofa
49, ''Of course know
her name, said hei
j I1A .'and very pretty
G W one it is. Perry
s5 Miss Perry"
ssBut who is it you are talking
about2 said pretty Joyce, who had
been preparing a mustard paste for her
brothers chest.
Capt. Renwick answered promptly:
my sweetheart'
''Kenneth, don't be ridieulousf saidn
his mother, somewhat tartly.
''The sweetest, prettiest blossom IN
all the Adirondack wildernessl' pur-
sued Kenneth. 'sThe fairest of-Cat-
nip tea! I declare, Joyce, won't drink
1T. What do you take me for2"
tits the best thing in the world for
q cold on the chest" said Mrs. Rem
wick. 's0h, if you had only kept away
from that camping party!
81 mistook her for the boatman's
daughter the first time" said Capt.
Renwiclr. "she''
Kenneth, don't taik--please don't
Ia alk!'' urged his mother. It's the
worst thing you could possibly do, with
your lungs all congested. and"
"But must tallxl'' said the captain.
"Consider, mother, Joyce hasn't heard
word about it, She only came last
night. Fancy, Joyce, mr. being fool
enough to mistake her for boatman's
daughterr'
''Why, aren't boatmen's daughters as
nice and ladylike as anyone?" said
Joyce, readiusting her apron ribbons.
's0h, but this boatman lives in per-
petual state of shirt sleeves" said Rem
wick; and he is a living fountain of
tobacco juice and talks abominable
grammar through his nose. And his
wife is low class of Meg Merrilies,
who takes too much bad whisky when
ever she has an opportunity. How
ever made such b1under can't imag-
lake head to hire 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!
-sif you will just row me up to Needle
point, and call for me again in the
evening, I'll give you dollar -
And she7n said Joyce.
yoa ss ssHfa nave ssan fls way n wKieh ssh
she handled the oars. But it was
Dolph, the tobacco-soaked old boat
| man. who called for me at sunset.
sWhy didn't you send your daughter
SAYS T. 1T wasn't my darter, says he;
st was Miss Perry Well, then, / met
her at the picnic. We talked together
half the evening. She is as beautiful
as she is graceful, and as intelligent as
/ she Is beautiful"
Did you apologize?" asked Joyce.
/ ssOf course apologized,'' said Capt
Kenneth. "And we had a good laugh
over it. She had been after water
lilies, she said. She paints EN- II
water colors / am to have one WheI
thew are finished. Joyce, you mus
know her. She is a beauty. And shs
dances like sylph, and sings LIKE
Patti, and
I .sNonsensei'' said Joyce. "a farm
er's daughter, seen through the bif
end of the opera glass; You were al
ways victim to delusions, Kenneth.
ssMy dear Joyce, / assure YOU
s.Children, childrenr' demonstrates
Mrs. .Renwick, piteously, do have
/ little common sense. Kenneth, yo'
know you ought not to talk. Joyce
don't you hear how hoarse your broth
er isp IF pneumonia should set in afte
this exposure
1 Capt. Renwick made an expressly
grimace. Joyce looked little appre
hensive.
.sbfamnna,'' SAID she, you alway
were a pessimist. It's only cold tina
ails Kenneth. =
s.But it Is settling on his lungs, m
dear said Mrs. Renwick, plaintivelJ
"And ont here in the wilderness ther
isn't even drug store short OF hftee
miles. Oh, dearl Oh. dearl why did
ever allow myself to be persuaded
come to the Adirondaclxs?" s?"
.sThe scenery, mammal said Joyc
soothingly.
"But one can't eat and drink scener.
And this woman knows absolutel
nothing about omelettes and Frene
coffee. and she never broiled bee
steak In her life until showed h'
how. AS for her soups, they are simp
uueatable. And the beds are as hal
as the neither milestone, and Il
mosquitoes are unendurablel'
! aAIl these are trivial annoyances
| said Capt. Kenwiclx, skillfully contri
ing to tip over the catnip tea. To N
the Adirondacks are the garden OF t
world I shall never be willing to
anywhere else in the summer. Al
she says It Is even finer here in 7
winter, with the trifing exception o.
little solitude.
"Kenneth,' 2 cried his mother.
agonized accents, you must not tail
= "My dearest mother, I am all right
you only won't fretP declared t
prodigal son.
But Capt. Renwick's eyes were
naturally bright. the hot flush
fever burned on his cheek, and
, breathing was alternately hurried a
- laborious.
:, 1t was undoubtedly the fact that
= had taken severe cold during
~ canpinr-out expedition from which
had Just returned, and that q
cold had been proof, so far, at lea