Morris tribune., 1895-05-29

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~ Ms %;s. i ssr1 i, Perry
''But who is it you are talking
~about?" said pretty Joyce, who had
been preparing mustard paste for her
brothers chest.
Capt. Renwick answered promptly:
~'My sweetheart"
Kenneth, don't be ridiculous" said
Mis- mother, somewhat tartly.
1.-THE sweetest, prettiest blossom In
all the Adirondack wilderness pur-
sued Kenneth. ''The fairest of-Cat-
nip tea! declare, Joyce, won't drink
1T What do you take me for?"
''It's the best thing in the world for
n cold on the chest" said Mrs. Ken
wick ''Oh, if you had only kept away
from that camping party!'
81 mistook her for the boatman's
daughter the first time" said Capt.
Renwick. "She-"
Kenneth, don't taIl-please don't
talk" urged his mother. Its the
worst thing you could possibly do, with
your lungs all congested, and"
'.But 1 must talls!' said the captain.
Consider, mother, Joyce hasn't heard
n word about it. She only came last
night. Fancy, Joyce, my being fool
enough to mistake her for boatman's
edaughtern'
"Why, aren't boatmen's daughters as
mice and ladylike as anyone? said
Joyce, readjusting her apron ribbons.
ooh but this boatman lives in a per-
rpetual state of shirt sleeves" said Ken
wick; land he is 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 l
ever made such blunder can't mag
inc. But Jenkins sent me up to the
lake head to hire boat, and when l
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!
IF you will just row me up to Needle
point, and call for me again IN the
evening, I'll give you dollar"
''And she?" said Joyce.
E'Rowed me up, of course. I wish
you could have seen the way in which
she handled the oars. But it was
Do1ph, the tobacco soaked old boat
man, who called for me at sunset. |
why didn't you send your daughter"
says I. 1T wasn't my darter,' says he;
sit 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.
''Of course 1 apologized," said Capt. |
Kenneth. ''And we had good laugh |
over it. She had been after water
lilies, she said. She paints EN- in
water colors. 1 am to have one when
they are finished. Joyce, you must
know her. She is a beauty. And she
dances like a sylph, and sings like
Patti, and"
'.Nonsenser said Joyce. GA farm
er's daughter, seen through the big
end of the opera glass! You were al
ways victim to delusions, Kenneth"
''My dear Joyce, assure YOU
children, children!'' demonstrated
Mrs. Renwick, piteously, 1sdo have a
little common sense. Kenneth, you
know you ought not to talk Joyce,
don't you hear how hoarse your broth
er is? If pneumonia should set in after
this exposure"
Capt. Renwick made an expressive
grimace. Joyce looked little appre-
hensive.
Mamma" said she, ''you always
were a pessimist It's only cold that
ais Kenneth"
''But it is settling on his lungs, my
dear" said Mrs. Renwick, plaintively.
~'And out here in the wilderness there
isn't even drug store short of fifteen
smiles. Oh, dear! Oh, dear! why did I
ever allow myself to be persuaded to
come to the Adirondacks?''
'tThe scenery, mammal said Joyce,
soothingly.
fBut one can't eat and drink scenery.
And this woman knows absolutely
nothing about omeIettes and French
coffee, and she never broiled a beef
steak in her life until I showed her
how. AS for her soups, they are simply
And the beds are as hard
as the neither milestone, and the
are unendurable!''
Cali these are trivial annoyances,"
said Capt. Kenwich, skillfully contriv-
ing to tip over the catnip tea. ITO me,
the Adirondacks are the garden of the
world! shall never be willing to go
anywhere else in the summer And
she says it is even finer here in the
winter, with the trifing exception of
little solitude
Kenneth cried his mother, in
accents, "you must not talkp'
My dearest mother, am all right if
you yuly won't fret!" declared the
prodigal son.
Bat Capt. Renwick's eyes were UNI
naturally bright, the hot flush of
fever burned on his cheek, and his
breathing was alternately hurried and
1aborious.
1t was undoubtedly the fact that he
had taken severe cold during the
expedition from which he
had just returned, and that this
cold had been proof, so far, at least,
against all the remedies Mrs. Rem