The Van Buren press., 1895-06-08

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the solace Of . book. thanks 70 MIA
Harmon's foegctfulnesa. and on sne
douted TO her room and staid there al
evening.
I'll never write another poem on
tawny hair, never e long as I've
presume had been sitting In that
corner for as much as fifteen minutes
though il seemed 30 long that started
mp suddenly at one time possessesj OF
| the idea that had finished my months
| vacation and 1t WAS time for me to
take the train for home, when Miss
Barton appeared at one OF the windows
of the reception room. and 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 honevsuckles; 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 few moments we were talking
as pleasantly as if my life at the Spa
had been a brief and blissful block out
OF Paradise, instead of what it had
been.
Miss Barton was rather booky for a
summer girl, and we talked on the
subject which l 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 II she saw some
one, and quite disconnected me.
81 beg your pardon she said, II
thought saw Mr.. Howard
"Who is he?" l asked, with the fifth
cold and clammy clutch at my heart l
had experienced during my brief visit
at the Spa. for felt that this was the
only golden. glorious opportunity left
me, and if | did not avail myself of it
with more success than had character
lied my previous efforts, l might as
well throw up my hands and retire
from the emotional arena
I ue Lldu 0t TIC .oPos chS ~
piled, who is worth knowing
But I'm here" ventured, modest
ly.
"Of course, l don't mean you,s she
apologized, but it did not strike me ex-
actly as the way should have worded
it il had been called on to assist her
rhetoric.
..Indeed?. laughed rather harshly,
fear.
"You know what mean," she said,
rising and going over to the window
for better point of observation.
"Who is your Mr.. Howard?" I 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. II wish he
were"
oh" snickered, and then proceed.
ed more politely; II presume he is an
other of the number have found at a
place where there were no men,"
81 don't know what he is," she an
swered. AT least, not as you mean.
All know Is he 10 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..
Howards, l had formed an adamantine
conclusion that for Spa in which
there were no men, there were more
men and on better terms with the
young women 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
disgusted with the experience | had
had, / 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 a
single word of farewell to anybody,
and that night at twelve o'clock
moved out on the train bound for an
other resort where l had heard men
were so thick that they had to 60 by
numbers as convicts do.
"Confound the Saleratus old Spa," l
said, shaking my fist at the place as
the train moved out, and then went
to bed.
The first man l met in town in the
winter was Mr.. Howard-Mr. Charles
Henry Frederick William Howard, and
went out and wept for such a chump,
a man with that much name must be-
and to divide it up among five girls as
he had done, too.
And in my heart pitied the other
chump who ran away from Sal-Soda
Spa and five golden glorious oppor-
tunities. s.-Detroit Free Press.
HIS DAUGHTERS ONE WISH.