Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1897-03-25

went tracking over Holwood's fine old
Turkish n &. The miscreant servant
IN nome at OF confusion and forget.
fuln ess, fell upon his knees and trie,
to sweep them back into the dish vi, h
his arms, IS he would have gathered
in an abno rmally large stack Of china
My guests and l assumed an air of
complete obIlvIousness to the inci.
dent, and by the time he had arisen
from the floor, with hair disheyelei
and burning face, and escaped from
the room, We were talking of the
West
"4ou know, Frank" laughed nv
aunt, 'you Eastern men have abso-
lutely tailed TO make an impression on
Rosq.mn cer. ,.sn
failed to make an impression, deep
impression, on Us Eastern men,
observed Carter, gallantly. "Do you
think she has failed, Vandergust?
Pm competent to speak for bit
two," I req lied, "but I will say
"Mrs. Vendergust does me an injus-
tice," cried Miss Nell 81 do like
ANCW L ORR II I'LL
''But none are quite so fascinating
as certain person you met on your
ranch" inte -rupted my cousin.
"a cowboyr p asked Carter, sudden
ly becoming intensely interested.
q cow-puncher, If you will, -
laughed the fair girl, with a re-
volver, a red shirt, anl all the appro-
pirate settings
"She tries to laugh it off," cries
Lyvla ''But really, Mr.. Carter, it s
true"
Nonsense, Lyvia," Miss Nell ex.
claimed, with the most charming
possible frown.
Don't deny D" SAID I, for I was
really getting Just bit anxious. 81
can imagine him myself-a tall,
bronzed chap, with flowing black
locks, piercing eyes, a noble brow
"And a bearl-a lovely VandyI,e
don't forget that my cousin inter.
rupted.
"a cowboy with VandylSe! Hum
Dangerous !" exclaimed Carter.
Don't you think it's dangerous,
Nandcrgust ~
I admit that Carter has not great
mind, but at that instant it ran in The
same channel as mine, for to me hat
occurred the idea that q cowboy in ,
| Van Dyke was suspicious. The thing
savored Of the gentleman perhaps
one Of those fellows down on his luct
that read Of, or even like Branton
My aunt smiled complacently.
M;sS Mou leaned hack i, her el,asr
and sighed, "Oh, Lyvia, why did 20,
ever?"
| "Why, Rosa, you confessed it all
you know you did, cried my irrepres
sible cousin. "And what do yo,
think?" She leaned over as if abou
to impart to my ears alone a secret o
vast import.
II don't think" | answered. ''
simply wait.
'Ly-vi-a!"
My cousin passed UNDECIDED thi
gentle. plaintive remonstrance, and j
o stage whisper said: 81 found he
one day she 1ding crocodile tears owe
his PHOTOGRAPHER horrible lookin
thing, with frlngy edges, you know
and gilt border, and a
The burst Of laughter that inter
rupted this disclosure was drowned b
:. crash Of china behind the screen tha
hid the door of the buffers pantry,
tuul as OF o heavy body falling,
moan. sprang from the table an
tossed aside the screen. Disclosed
onr view, PROSTATE on the floor, b
head resting IN mass OF broke
:. dishes. lay my friend and butler
'sBranton :" | cried, falling down
his side
lie made no reply for ho was uncol
| scious.
Carter and picked him up and lai
him IN the heavily cushioned windo
seat.
;, "What a clumsy butler, Ring f
the serva.is = cried my aunt, who
+, the general confusion seemed to thin
: that she alone was calm, and by virtt
. oi that calmness n duty bound to tai
commando
, Hes not my butler!' I ezclaime,
forgetting appearances. "lt's Brante
, Jim Branton, the best fellow"
, water Waterl" screamed Lyvi
! / dashed to the table and seized
glass. and when | turned again to n
;, injured friend, Rosa Nell was on b
!, knees ct his side, wiping his iorehe:
! with hex handkerchief. Suddenly /
eyes opened and rested on hers.
Rosa Rosal" he muttered, and
> suddenly reached out his arm al
: drew her head down toward him.
? l glanced at the other and point
to the door. Silently We passed Q
ot the room.
=, :. "Well, never !" my aunt exclaime
IS the port.eres closed behind rs
thought the cowboy was q Joke, but
butler
!: 'Sh.' whispered Lyvia, A
:. through the heavy curtains came:
I "Why did yuu run away from t
: ranch. Jim =
hy-vhy- because poor ch
s like ne lad = right even 10 hope.
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