Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1895-10-03

81 can do a mile on the cinder track
In 1850 and across country in $40, but
how is that to help me? might be
cricket professional but 1t is not very
dignifed position. Not that 1 care a
straw about dignity, you know, but 1
should not like to hurt the cid ladys
feelings"
"Your aunts?"
Eyes, my aunt's My parents were
killed in the mutiny, you know, when
was baby, and she has looked after
me ever since. She has been very good
TO me- I'm sorry to leave her"
"But why should you leave herT
They had reached the garden gate, and
the girl leaned her racket upon the top
Of 1t, looking up with grave interest at
her big, white-fanneled companion.
cts Browning" said he.
"Whatw
Don't tell my aunt that I said it,
he sank his voice to a whlsper-"I hate
Browning"
Clara Walker rippled off into such a
merry peal Of laughter that he forgot
the evil things which he had suffered
from the poet, and burst out laughing
too.
II can't make him out" said he. II
try, but he Is one too many. No doubt
1t Is very stupid Of me; don't deny It,
But as long as I cannot there is no use
pretending that / can And then, OF
course, she feels hurt, for she is very
fond Of him, and likes to read him
aloud in the evenings. She Is reading
piece now, 'Pippa Passes and 1 assure
you, Miss Walker that I don't even
know what the title means. You must
think me dreadful fool"
But surely he Is not so incompre-
hensble as all that?" she said, as an
attempt at encouragement.
"IIe is very bad. There are some
things, yon know, which are fine. That
ride of the three Dutchmen, and Herve
Riel and others, they are all right But
there was a piece we read last week.
The first line stumped my aunt, and 1t
takes a good deal to do that, for she
rides very straight. Setebos and Sete-
hos and Setebos' That was the line"
ut sounds like charm"
mo, 1t is a gentleman's name Three
gentlemen, thought, at first, but my
says OllGs l. HGlL llG bOCS CAAl
eth he dwelleth in the light of the
moon 1t was very trying piece"
Clara Walker laughed again.
"You must not think of leaving your
aunt" she said. Think how lonely she
would be without you"
"Well. yes, 1 have thought Of that,
But you must remember that my aunt
Is to all intents hardly middle-aged, and
very eligible person. don't think that
her dislike to mankind extends to In
dividuals. She might form new ties, and
then 1 should be a third wheel in the
coach. It was all very well as long as
was only boy, when her first husband
was alive"
"But, good gracious, you don't meaR
that Mrs. Westmacott Is going to marry
again?" gasped Clara.
The young man glanced down at her
with question in his eyes. "Oh, 1t Is
only a remote possibility, you know"
said he. still, of course, 1t might hap
pen, and should like to know what
ought to turn my hand to-"
1T wish could help you" said Clara.
"But 1 really know very little about
such things. However, 1 could talk to-
my father, who knows a very great
deal of the world"
IT wish you would. should be so glad
II you would"
'Then I certainly will. And now I
must say good night, Mr.. Westmacott,
for papa will be wondering where l
am"
Good night, Miss Walker" He
pulled off his flannel cap and stalked
away through the gathering darkness
Clara had imagined that they had
been the last on the lawn, but, looking
back from the steps which led up to the
French windows, she saw two dark
figures moving across toward the
house. AS they came nearer she could
distinguish that they were Harold Dem
yer and her sister Ida. The murmur
Of their voices rose up to her ears, and
then the musical little childlike laugh
which she knew so well. II am so de-
lighted" she heard her sister say ", DO
pleased and proud. had no idea O 1t.
Your words were such surprise and
10y to me. Oh, am 80 glad"
us that you, Ida?"
"Oh, there is Clara. must so in, Mr..
Denver. Good nightv
There were few whispered words,
a laugh from Ida, and Good night,
Miss Walker" out of the darkness.
Clara took her sisters hand, and they
passed together through the long fold
Ing window. The doctor had gone into
his study, and the dining-room was
empty A single small red lamp upon
the sideboard was reflected tenfold by
the plate about 1t and the mahogany
beneath 1t, though its single wick cast
but a feeble light into the large, dimly
Swallowed room. Ida danced Off to the
big central lamp, but Clara put her
hand upon her arm. II rather like this
quiet light" said she. 'Why should we
not have a chat?" She sat in the doc
tors large red plush chair, and her
sister Cuddled down upon the footstool
at her feet, glancing up at her elder
with a smile upon her lips and mis-
chiOvous CLEAN in her eyes. There was
a shade Of anxiety in Clara's face,
which cleared away as she gazed into
her sisters frank blue eyes.
Have you anything to tell me, dear?"
she asked
Ida gave little pout and shrug to
her shoulder. 1.-THE solicitor-general
then opened the case for the prosecu-
SSn," said Ehe. you are going 70 cross