Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1896-11-05

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going 20 CRY. Nothing is more childish.
but perhaps you are overtired and had
better 60 indoors. Pray, remember that
we are living more or less under public
inspection, and that hotel is not the
place to make q scene in "
She raised her eyes 10 his They were
dry and bright and cold.
''Do not be afraid. she said. 81 am
not crying, and shall make no scene "
And, turning from him, she entered
the hotel in silence. BE did not follow
her, bat remained sauntering up and
down on the turf outside, smoking a
cigar.
The next morning Mr.. Francis Fame
was out in the woods with his easel and
sketching block, bent on finishing a
rather powerful study Of a tall pine tree
split through by lightning. He had been
hard at work for more than an hour be-
fore he became aware that there was a
small white bundle lying, apparently
thrown, on the moss at some little dis
tance of. He could not make 1t out very
distinctly, for the shadows Of the pines
were so long and wide, and presently,
moved by curiosity, he got up and went
to see what it was. As he approached,
it resolved itself into figure-a slight
little figure clad in white, with blue
ribbon round its waist-and stopping
abruptly in his advance, he caught the
smothered sound of low sobbing.
"By Jovep' he muttered. Mrs. Al
linghamP'
Indescribably pained and uncomforta-
BILE at this discovery, he was about to
step noiselessly back to his easel with
out uttering a word, when the girl sud-
denly raised her head, and, perceiving
him, started up. nervously trying to
control herself.
Il beg your pardon" he stam-
mered. IL came out here to make a
sketch''-
"Not of me, hope" she said, with
a little tremulous smile. Then, without
the least pretense or affectation, she
dried her eyes with tiny lace handker-
chief and began to laugh, though tri-
fie forcedly.
81 came out here, not to sketch, but
to cry" she confessed naively. "You
know it's very nice to have little
weep all to oneself sometimes. "
SIS it?'' and he Redeemed foolishly
81 should have thought But he
could not devise any fitting end to the
sentence, and she looked at him with a
touch of wistfulness in her dewy eyes.
May see your sketchf" she said,
picking up large pine cone from the
ground and studying its pretty, polished
divisions with intense interest. II have
often noticed you wandering about with
your easel and paintbox. You are Mr.
Francis Fame, are you not, and you are
staying at the same hotel as we areY
To all this he assented, walking be-
side her dreamily and always thinking
what child she looked. AS they drew
near the spot where he had left his easel
he woke up to consciousness Of prosy
etiquette and endeavored to realize that
his companion was not a woodland
sylph as she seemed, but married
LADY OF POSITION.
I'm afraid my poor sketch is hardly
worth your looking at, Mrs. Alling-
ham," he began formally. She inter
rupted him by little gesture.
"Oh, you know am Mrs. Alling-
ham?' she queried, smiling.
"Of course do, he answered, some
what amused and surprised at her tone
Everybody at the Pension Gutsch
knows you by sight"
She mused little, still intent ON the
mathematical partitions of the pine cone
she held. Suddenly she looked up.
"And what do they say Of me?" she
asked.
Fame was quite taken aback by the
directness Of the question. Meeting her