Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1896-07-01

golden hair, and yours are dark. Be-
sides you are twenty-seven and med
ical student, two things mover could
tolerate in the man I honor with my
heart and hand" And lovely little
Lottie Rexdal laughed very wicked
little laugh as she pushed the end of
her red silk parasol into the soft soil
under an old apple tree, at the same
time glancing saucily up at her COM
panion, scholarly young man.
"Why do you ask me?" she re-
sumed.
"Because wanted to be made fun
of, to be ridiculed by the little girl l
love-" replied Vane Winton, smiling
sadly at The pert young lady perchcd
on the back of rustic garden seat,
her brown frizzes falling roguishly in.
to her dancing brown eyes.
"Now, that doesn't sound bit like
our own. grave Vane, who studies med
icine and cultivates an ice cream COM
plexion."
can ice cream comple1lons' asked
Vane Winton, little mystiied.
eyes; that's Lottie Rexdal'B term
for students compilations. You hook
worms study away until your faces
take on the hue of that sweet COM
pound" answered the roguish girl.
eff you would only be grave for
a while I might talk to you," said
Yane.
"Yes; You know Tnn such rogue
that I should put yol to the blush
thousand times o day." chimed in
Lottie.
"I am willing to run the risk"
''Ah! but I shall not agree to any
such sacrifice. Marry some steady,
sensible girl. Alice May will be here
in one hour. Be polite, and captivate
her. Miss May is SO highly cultured
and grave that she will surely not be
less than sublime in your eyes. I'll
tell you"
But vsne did not stay to hear more.
BE walked of, leaving gay Lottie Rex
dal laughing merrily.
Lottie was the ward OF Vane Win
tons kind father. Sha had been or
phaned at very early age. A maiden
aunt had then adopted her. When
Lottie was but ten, and her education
not half completed, her kind relative
died. But before that she had sent
for Mr.. Winton, her girlhood's lover.
and made him promise to receive the
little orphan girl. The kind man con.
sented; and so Lottie became an in
mate OF Vane Winton's home.
Vane was the only child of wealthy
parents, and at the tims when Lottie
came to his father's house he was away
on the Continent.
When he returned three years after
wards he found his "ward sister," as
he had called her in his letters, away
at some school for girls. So it hap.
pened that Vane aud Lottle had never
met until six months before. Vane
was fine scholar. but lie had never
studied any profession, Now. at the
age Of twenty-sevep, realizing perhaps
that sit is never too late to mend" he
was fitting himself for the medical fro.
fesSion.
vane was trying to study at his
homo that summer. Sometimes he
found it impossible to do so amid the
tempest aroused by mischievous Lot
tie Rexdal. She threw open the un-
used piano, and made the house ring
with her clear, bell-like notes She
filed the library with flowers, tossed
up Yane's books, and even scribbled
on them. She rode every horse on the
place, romped with Prince, the great
shaggy dog, tore her dresses, went
bare headed, and turned the wide hall
into q skating rink.
She was utterly spoiled by both Mr..
and Mrs. Winton. At first Vane had
been shocked. But the more he
studied her original character, the
moro he become reconciled to it. Tol.
erance gave place to admiration, and
that, in due time, to love. He had
always feltavasue longing to discover
woman in whose character he hoped
to find originality and freedom from
affectation. If he could only teach
Lottie to love him, what splendid
woman she might become!
He would wait patiently and hope.
fully, he reasoned, as he walked
away. Taking volume from his
pocket, he sat down on bench under
an elm, and began to pcruse it. Soon
o merry laugh caused him to look up,
and he sow Lottle riding down the
lane on her milk.white Floss. Very
bright and piquant she looked in her
riding habit MS she drew rein beside
him.
''Sir Owl, I'm on 10y way to meet
Miss Alice now; and while I'm gono 1
shall expect you to comb your hair,
part it in the middle, put on q clean
collar, pin flower in your buttonhole,