Owingsville outlook. [volume] (Owingsville, Ky.) 1879-192?, 1896-07-16

Ringbrand told his small story frank
ly, concluding with plea for secrecy.
I'D rather YOU wouldn't tell even Mrs.
Ludlow" he added. Its such piece
of ridiculous absurdity in its present
stage. YOU know"
I'm promise not 10 tell her of my
cva accord" assented Ludlow, but
ihHt lsH'' saying much. Its only fair
e. sarr Anu hat she'll get il out of me
~o"ncr "a ia-. Rest thing YOU can do
is 20 grt the affair into presentablc
shape as suon rDssihle; then YOU
won't 'miI.G
"Presentable snapef''s-oaned Ring
brand, land | haven't even had an in
PRODUCTION. Ludlow. believe / left
my wits behind me when came away
from New York. Haven't been wholly
accountable since crossed the Ohio
river"
"Oh, 1 don't know about that" re-
Joined Ludlow, refiectively. "You
might have gone farther and Jared a
good deal worse; Hester Latimer's
well worth any mans winning-only
III tell you beforehand that she has
all of her fathers prejudices, magni-
fled by the emotional nature of an inn
pulsive young woman"
What sort of pre- judices?"
Southern, mostly; pride of race and
loyalty to section, with a lingering
trace of bitterness as a result of the
war. But there are compromising vir-
tines that Mill xN-o,,,, she ,-or,- ,o,lynos
of your heart; such open-handed hos
Pitality rs you never dreamed of; a
lDSslty 20 kith and kin and friends that
ttakes you right back 10 the DAYS of chiv-
airy; and another pleasant thing about
them is that they reverse our social
rule, and take a man for what he APP
pears TO he until he proves himself I'M
worthy"
They walked along in silence for
awhile, and then Ringbrand said: II
don't know but l overstated il a mo-
ment ago, after all. My first impulse
when saw Miss Latimer was merely
q strong desire to study the type; it's
unusual, and she is uncommonly beau
tifui. just where the artistic sense
merged into the erotic, / can't tell;
i don't know enough of the symptoms
10 be able TO diagnose my own case"
Ludlow laughed heartily: That's a
damaging admission for a story-writer.
Why, you fellows are supposed to be
able TO analyze the tender passion in all
Its stages, from start 10 finish, and here
you can't apply the first tests of your
art 20 youryOwn case! 1 shouldn't
-yrr-e any mosre love tales, if were
YOU"
Il fancy it's another case of the sick
doctor, Tom. You know n physician
never trusts himself TO treat his own
malady."
Ringbrand was decidedly preoccu-
pied at the supper table that evening,
and Mrs. Ludlow did not fail to rally
him numerically. So many of the
sharp thrusts found the joints in his
armor that he pleaded the need of exer,.
else when they left the table, and went
ont for an evening stroll. When he
was out Of earshot, Mrs. Ludlow prompt
~ attacked her husband.
what is the matter with Mr.. Ring
brand this EVENING"" she inquired.
Nothing that know Of" replied
&udloy- dropping inso veranda chair
and 5urying himself, ostrich-like. in
the newspaper.
"But know there is" insisted the
lady. He is distract and embarrassed,
and he seems TO be afraid I'll find out
something. Where have you been to-
day."
Nowhere, except down TO the fur
mace"
Mrs. Ludlow rocked gently in her
chair, watching the figure of Ring
brand appearandd disappear in the wind
ings of the road leading TO the summit
of the mountain. She was silent so
long that her husband had time to re-
lax his vigilance in the interest of the
newspaper, and her next question
caught him off his guard.
"What do you suppose he's going
away up on the mountain for at this
time of day?" she asked.
Ludlow heard the question with his
outward ears and answered il mechan-
ically: Il don't know; perhaps he's
going up 20 see IL he can get sight of
her"
There was another interval of silence,
and then Mrs. Ludlow rose and stood
before her husband. ''Tom," she said,
impressively, please put that paper
down and tell me all about it. Iwant
10 know whom he's going TO see"
Ludlow dropped the paper and looked
up in ludicrous alarm. "Whom he's
going to see?-what did / say Just
now?"
She repeated his answer word for
word.
'Oh. Lord! I've let the cat out of the
bag after all, and / promised him /
wouldn't" he exclaimed. But then
] told him you'd get it out Of me. Pull
up your chair. and III tell you all !
know. / might as well do IL first as
last
Mrs. Ludlow listened eagerly while
her husband recounted the meager facts
Of yRingbrand's sudden infatuation.
the color coming and going in her
cheeks and her eyes sparkling with the
Iaeenest appreciation. When he had
ed. she clasped her hands over his