The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1895-10-22

But, alas she had been "A month Mt
Pine Point, and not soul had come
near the place except two or three
leather-faced old hunters, n crooked
bcldame gathering herbs and simples,
and two Yankee showmeu, in search
of fine specimen moose for their col
lection.
Was it any wonder that the demon
inconsistencies took possession of her
heart?
Uncle Fin, on his part, had not been
entirely without the pangs OF disap-
paintnent. Cynthia was not much
company for him after all. She could
not cook half SO we'll rs he could she
mended his stockings so bungingly
that they hurt his feet; and she for
got to make his bed every other day
on an average.
"Ab, WE'LL" he consoled himself,
81 s'pose all women are alike. Indian
Oscellta amt cut arter that pattern,
though, I'm level sure of that. "
oscellta Dean came one day on her
fathers steamer to the little dock,
with an Offering of freshly gathered
blueberrles, radiantly spotted birds
eggs, and fap of eagle plumes made
by her own hands.
"Ah, thanks !" said Cynthia, tossing
her head. 81 don't care for birds
egg collections. We've plenty of blue
berries here. What do you ask for
the eagle fan?'
Oscelita colored little.
81 meant it for present" said she.
"Will you accept 1t 2"
81 couldn't think of such n thincl 7"
said Cynthia, primly. 81 never re-
ceiye presents"
Then ! shall leave it for Mr. Cop
ley" said Oscelita, smiling, as she
hung it over the old hunters big
chair. Gle will like 1t, know"
Cynthia looked quickly around.
Was it possible tue OscelIta was man
covering to entrap Uncle Fin for
husband? He would be quite fool
enough to fall into the trap.
''Gou can do us you please about
that, said she, knitting with all her
might
You are very lonely here" said
OSccltn, in her soft, hute-like voice.
otis the dismnlest place | ever came
across in my life!" said Cynthia, pet
tshly.
1T doesn't seem SO to me-" said
Oscelita "In my eyes it is home"
'Iastcs diIler, said Cynthia, with
well-emphaslzed sniff.
But as she sat there, she could see
that Oscelita was tall and slender,
with complexion of the richest
olive; dark, liquid eyes, and hair like
jet floss silk. Aud, all in second, she
. t how elderly and sallow and plain
she herself was
But she was the Rev. DIR. Coplev's
daughter, and Oscelita, after all, was
nothing but tho wait and stray of
these wildernesses.
81 have been wishing to come md
see You this long time" sail Oscelita,
i'll her low, mild tone.
"Much obliged, | am sure" said
Cynthia. "But have resources with
in myself which preclude loneliness. E"
sis there nothing | can do for
you?' persisted Oscclitn, thinking of
the little boat whcrewith she was
wont to row out in the pink sunrise
after waterl lilies; of the hidden wood
hooks; the lovely little brooks,
whittier no one could conduct the
stranger but herself.
"Ihank You ~ once moro retorted
Cynthia. 81 don't know of anything
unless, indeed, you could como and
scrub half day for me every week. [
should be willing to pay half dollar
if"
Indian Oscelita rose quietly to go.
81 think you are mistaken" said
she. 81 am not-a mental. Good
by, Miss Coployl"
And Cynthia watched her unfasten
the boat and glide away on the spark
ling lake with slow, graceful strokes.
81 don't think she will come aga1n,"
said Cynthia, huSgng herself. ''rhe
idea of an Indian girl expecting TO be
noticed Ivy met
1t was about this time that Captain
Sydford came to the Point, fishing
one of the real, live tourists for whom
Miss Cynthia's soul had so longed-
and hired n room i'll Uncle Fin Con.
lcy's cabin
And now began the real course of
life. Miss Cynthia took out her guitar.
screwed up its strings, and prncticed
so desperately that not bald eagle
remained with ear shot Of the Point.
She pcrsecuted Uncle Fin into grub.
bling mp stumps aul lcycling down the
ground for tennis course, and she
unpackcd the nets aud balls; she
placed her water-colored sketches
around IN the most conspicuous places.
and posed herself ut sunset, with her
easel and brushes, just where Captain
Sydford would be most likely to see
her when he alightcd from the boat Mt
suppcr-limc.
"5ho's queer oil customer" said
the captain to himself ''If she will
perch herself in those exposed spots,
some high wind will blow her into the
lake some day"
"A nephew OF Sir Simon Sydford, of
OttnwaY sad Cynthlo, almost in
scream. Good gracious me, Uncle
Finl why didn't YOU say so beforc?"
Didn't think Of it, said Uncle Fin.
'HIcss your heart, we get all sorts OF
folks this away Lord DuTcrin him
self came down here aud stayed all
night ut Peter PiGn's, the guides hut.
And We had n bank burglar ut Eagle
Bay for week.
And straightwny Miss Cynthia
Coploy laid the foundations for an air