The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1895-09-03

HS-- a oh lcbi, IhuHlc, ne re-
sponded with laborious and awful po-
likeness, 81 shall probably take steps
to acqaaint you with the fact"
He paused, and fixed her for one
fearful moment with q deep and
gloomy stare. Then, waving his left
hand toward the East Cliff and his
right toward Bopeep, he added:
From 'enceforth, Hannie, we tike
our sop'rate lines"
81 agree, with orl my art, " she as.
sented, relapsing into n dignified
calm. "What ms been shall 'ence-
forth be as though it 'ndn't been. And
what 'asn't been shall be 'enceforth
what is. "
"Then am to wish You good-day.
Miss Miller" he remarked, taking Off
the new billycock with an annihilat-
ing sweep.
''Simo to you, Mr.. Barnett" she
answered, with simply obliterating
curtsey.
Bill turned west AMI struttel, with
studied indifference, toward St
Leonards, Annie turned cast and
strollod with sublime nonchalance
toward Hastings. The quarrel be-
tween the other couple had reached
It's climax almost simultaneously.
They, too, walked off in opposite direc-
tons, reversing the process, however,
for the man walked east in this case
and the woman west.
Two minutes later-he could scarcely
tell himself how it had come about
Bill found himself conversing with his
charming deserted creature.
AT this critical juncture Annie en-
countered the admiring eyes OF the
gentlemauly toll
II trust that l do not Offend" he
inquired, with an anxious look into
her eyes.
Annie turned them down quickly on
the shingle, and murmured negative.
The handsome stranger spoke like n
gentleman. His refined voice con
trasted melodiously with William Bar
netts harsh and commonplace tones.
"You are without squire" lie
pursued.
eyes, " faltered Annie.
pardon me for alluding to the mat.
ter, said the stranger, with half
apologize air. 81 could not, just
now, help witnessing the little-er-
difference which occurred between you
and ur-hem-friend."
''He is no longer any friend of
mine, she answered, her eyes flashing
Indignantly, rs she glanced westward,
toward where William Barnett and the
painted hussy were now carrying on
spirited Irritation.
The strangers eyes roamed in the
same direction. For moment his
brow darkened. Then he said, rather
viciously, 81 see that he has taken ND
with a-er-admirer of mine, whom |
am thankful to say, L have just this
minute-hum--e r---linally shunted. l
could endure her no longer. Perhaps
you witnessed the disgraceful scene
which she occasioned?"
Annie nodded
ga well matched pair" said the
stranger, with scofling smile toward
the subjects of this criticism.
"Exceedingly," assented Miss An
ME, with incredible venom.
"And | hope, persisted he no long
or scoiling, but speaking in genuine
ardent tones, "that we two are -er"
(he lowered his voice, caressingly)-
ga well matched pair"
"Oh, really. I-I--I- Oh, YOU
shouldn't" protested the girl, with
great show of being shocked. And
five minutes later Annie Miller was
promonading upon his arm up and
down the Espanade. She was rather
frightened and uneasy, but proud and
elated, too. When she learned that
he, too, was going back to London by
the evening train, and woull take it
as q great honor if he might escort
her, she was charmed.
1t was with great difficulty that the
handsome stranger piloted Annie
through the crowd and found two
empty places in the train. He placed
her in one of the seats, which was
next the door, and stood himself upon
the steps, smoking his cigar until the
train should start.
'By Jove !" he exclaimed suddenly.
81 say, Pve-oh, just keep my seat for
me, will you please. I'll be back in a
jiFy."
lie disappeared through the crowd
toward the booking Office. Annie kept
his seat for him. But he did not come
back. The engine fixed and whistled.
The train started. Yet ne did not
come back. Annie Miller never saw
that handsome blade again.
An hour or so later smartly dressed
couple, lady and q gentleman, were,
enjoying nm excellent dinner i'm the
large salon Of the Grand Hotel.
''It was not the amount we took, :"
said he TO her, with n chucklc. "but
rather the artistic manner i'm which
the affair was managed, that was so
cOmmcndable. Tho readiness with
which wo twiggcd the little tin be.
tween Phyllis and Corydou, and then
. played mp to It, was, as 70 dramatic
stroke, superb. never enjoyed any
thing more.
Poor Corydon," laughed tho lady.
''Wcil, his watch, chuu anil money
arc e. ON the wrong side of nothing
To- MS aren't ihov?'
"Nnl Phylliss gowgaws will fetch
pretty near 70 tcuucr, sm1 the man.
str0Nng his mustacho 'Im clad we
left them their return tickets To-
town, hc added, bcuieuautly. "Wo
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