The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1896-09-03

have published BOOK our circle oil
acquaintance would become appreci-
ably narrowed, Miss Windram. Any
thing else?"
"Hasn't it gone into six editions?"
she cried in tone of accusation.
al don't deserve the blame for
that" eaid /, in way that was meant
to show her that felt the injustice OF
her accusation. "Blame the public,
il you wish. The public are invari-
ably idiotic, the editor of the Universe
announced in connection with that
book of mine. He was right, though
the fact that the public steadily re-
fused to buy the Universe points in
the other direction"
ooh. it's oil very well to try and
throw the blame on the public" said
Miss Windram with q shrug, "but is
that quite generous OF you, Mr..
Glyn2"
"Perhaps it isn't. Was it on ac-
count OF the book you avoided me 30
carefully?"
"Oh, there we're other things. The
Geographical Society gave you gold
medal. didn't thoy?"
"They we're right there. They
couldn't get out OF it,"
al dare say. That may be all very
well, but people who get gold medals
conferred on them can't expect to be
treated as ordinary peopleP"
81 suppose you are right. But do
they expect to be treated as ordinary
people?"
That's quite side issue. 1 de.
cline to discuss it."
"And that's alp"
"All? all? Heavens what did you
expect?"
'Sense-that is, moderate amount
OF sense; reason-that is, q modicum
of reason; frankness, that is, a soup
con of frankness. Supper? Oh, let
them go to-to supper"
And she let them.
We were left practically alone.
care you engaged to any man Tor
supper?" ! asked of Miss Windram.
"Yes," she replied. believed that
! / detected n mournful tone. III had
not detected that note would have
left her side.
did not leave her side.
"And ! am engaged to some wo-
, man. Let us so to some place togeth-
err" said /.
! The reasonableness of the sugges.
tion-that is, the modicum of reason.
/ ableness to strike her.
We reached one of the conserva-
tories without having to tell n single
! lie, but that was probably because We
met no one en- route; every one was
t at supper. | steered her to seat un.
D der palm. The light was very dim.
Q A fountain flashed under the electric
D lamp in the distance.
/ "rell me all, said.
That was how it commenced. saw
4 that she was very pale and / had felt
{ sleeve minute before. perceived
D that she fancied had led her hithel
n to tell her something, and l was anx
r. ious to reassure her. 1t was l who
t wanted to be told something.
t "All?" SAID she.
"A,l," said l.
4 at was mamma," she said quite
8 meekly.
i 81 guessed as much. And that il
g an?"
e 'Tsn't it enough? You're q man
l. You know her."
% "Ah-now."
Snow. l said now. But yea
|, ago"
'And a month";"
Ie "And a month. II you hadn't ro
membered the exact date 1 shoul
y probably be ut supper now. A yea
l and month ago she was my one eI
d emy. She knew that l loved you
Z, yes, year and month ago l love
ID you III n sort of way mot the way
do now and she knew that you love
lie me--in sort of way. She con
10 manded you to keep me at distance
Of Your mother is not woman OF ger
ly ius. but upon occasions she can b
u quite US disagreeable as though 81
were. She prefers, however, bein
dIsagreeable by deputy. You wer
nc her deputy, year ago '-and
SO month.
Miss Windram got up from besid
ut me and took few steps to the side
to the conservatory. up which splendi
tn rose was clambering. She had h,
ne eyes fixed on spray. 1t would hay
er been out of the reach Of most girl
n but she was very tall, and sine mai
of aged to break it off the parent stem.
Is. She returned to her seat.
IT. "Well?" she said.
SO "Then my poor uncle--"
or "Poor?" She gave laugh.
II, my poor rich uncle died, leavir
tn his money to me, and your moth
told you that you were to draw me o
We I could swear that those we're her Q
st act words. Did you pluck those ros
N, only to tear off their petals?"
he Ons rose lay wrecked at her fee
er The other dAopped from her hand al
'ct lay complete among the crimss
hakes Sne mt her hands before IA