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

Ringbrand told his small story frank
ly, concluding with a plea FOR secrecy.
I'D rather you wouldn't tell even Mrs.
Ludlow" ne added. Its such piece
of ridiculous absurdity in its present
stage, YOU know"
"Tn promise not TO tell her of my
own accord" assented Ludlow, but
ihat isH'' saying much. Its only fair
4. s8Tr tou hat she'll get il out of me
~o'ncr "a iat. Rest thing YOU can do
is % get the affair into presentable
shape IS soon a rossible; then you
won't miI,G
"Prcsentable slapef,--oaned Ring
brand, land | haven't even had an in
PRODUCTION. Ludlow, l believe / left
my wits behind me when l came away
from New York. haven't been wholly
accountable since l crossed the Ohio
river"
''0h, don't know about that" re-
Joined Ludlow, reflectively. "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-
fed by the emotional nature of an inn
pulsive young woman"
What sort of prejudices?"
, Southern, mostly; pride of race and
loyalty TO section. with lingering
trace of bitterness as a result of the
war. But there are compromising vir-
tues that will warm the very cookies
of your heart; such open-handed hos
Pitality as you never dreamed of; q
loyalty 10 kith and kin and friends that
Makes 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 be until he proves himself un-
worthy"
They walked along in silence for
awhile, and then Ringbrand said: II
don't know but l overstated it a mo-
ment ago, after all. Ny first impulse
when / saw Miss Latimer was merely
a strong desire to study the type; it's
unusual, and she is uncommonly beau
tiful. Just where the artistic sense
merged into the erotic, can't tell;
j don't know enough of the symptoms
TO be able TO diagnose my own case"
Ludlow laughed heartily: That's a
damaging admission for a story-writer.
Why, you fellows are supposed 10 be
able 10 analyze the tender passion in all
Its stages, from start 70 finish, and here
you can't apply the first tests of your
art TO your-own case! l shouldn't
-ysrrc any more 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 10 rally
him numerically. So many OF the
d. 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
ly attacked her husband.
what is the matter with Mr.. Ring
brand this EVENING"" she inquired.
Nothing that / know Of" replied
-kldloy. dropping INFO a veranda chair
and Burying himself, ostrich-like, in
the newspaper.
But I 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 appear rand disappearin the wind
ings of the road leading 10 the summit
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 a 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 il. 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
now2"
She repeated his answer word for
word.
''0h, 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 sRingbrand's sudden infatuation.
the color coming and going in her
cheeks and her eyes sparkling with the
appreciation. When he had
,fkI<gd. she clasped her hands over his