The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1896-05-05

~ vi out JacAetj IL s Bettln'
real kinder chilly"
"Oh, don't believe ! need anything
extra; L shan't be cold" Belinda re-
monstrated.
"Yes, You will, too" Mrs. Bagcom
said decidedly. "You 90 right up
stairs and get your Sack
And Belinda turned and went obed-
lently back to her room.
Its dreadfully silly to have to put
1t on" she muttered, nodding To her.
self In the glass. Seems as though I
was old enough to know" and she
sighed, noting the shadow of com1nr
lines IN her forehead and the sharper
curve OF her cheek. But she drew
on the little jacket over her tight-fit-
ting black silk basque and smoothed
1T down carefully over the bright blue
bow ut her throat.
Then she went downstairs again.
hut paused moment on the lowest
step. II wonder if had better put
on my rubbers," she meditated. 81
Cont believe l need them" with q
sudden guilty look Mt the closed sit
tlng-room door. But she opened it as
she passed and said, "Good.bve,
Sarah, very quickly, half fearing
that If she waited her sensitive con.
science might compel her to mention
the neglected rubbers.
Sarah, at the window, watched her
so down the street.
shes Just as happy as ever" she
fa'd to herself. cts n good deal
better [ didn't let John Baker hang
around here. She's ono of those soft
hearted creatures that'd marry nnv
man that asked her, L do believe. But
she wasn't goin' to marry John Baker
II l could help it. I've had expert.
ence with men and 1 know them
through and through"
Mrs. BHscom's married life had
been brief and unhappy.
why, they say that John Baker
smokes, and he don't attend no church
regular, so fairs can make out.
That's inst like Silss, exactly"
Silas was Mrs. Bascom's deceased
husband.
She'll be mighty thankful some
day that l saved her from n life of
misery" and Mrs. Bascom sighed
,eelingly. Its been more'n a wear
now, and she seems to be 0ettin' over
1t nicely, though / must say I'm
thankful he don't live in this town. -
And Mrs. Bascom's eyes returned to
the village street down which Be
linda had disappeared.
81 wonder where Belinda was poin'.
TO call on Margaret Brown, 1 s'pose.
It's strange Beriinda should take to
Margaret so, such Il lively young thing
though, as fairs that goes, she amt
much younger than Belinda, " she add
ed, hastily, with sisterly pride; "but
she's 80 mp and comm. It's lucky
she only visits here week or so. she
might make Belinda just like her.
Miss Ware told me yesterday she
rides n bicycle" And Mrs. Bascom'a
thoughts stopped in frightened CON
temptation OF such arraut bolduess.
Meantime Belinda had gone, ms her
sister predicted, to call on Margnret.
who was visiting fond, Old-fashioned
relatives for q few weeks i'm this go.
Cucsjcred little village. Her friend
was IN tbe buck yard with tho bicycle.
md caught sight of Belinda WALKING
primly up the path to tho front
door
''HeIeho .! she cried, merriIv; and
Belinda came around the corner oil
the house and sat on tho stops while
Margaret rubbed mp her wheel.
There was o. great contrast between
the two girls not wholly due to Tn,
mere difference jim their ages. Mar
paret Brown bad come 60 womauboof
with many and absorbing iutcre ts in
ncr busy, neaithlul career, while 30
budn seemed 30 have little TO make
her lie full aud beautiful, and sheun
consciously felt this the moro now
that new possibility had faded from
her horizon with the banished Johr
Baker. There was, consequently.
resigned submission IN Beliuda's swee
face very different from the fine, alert
jreUgil in Morgarcts, and certain
rutscI-Ion I'm the droOp of her shout
Gers quito unlike Mar9areCs queonlt
carriage There might easily hay,
been i've instead OF two years between
them.
GA hnyo had the most delight
fui rider Morgaret Dried, rubin,