Owingsville outlook. [volume] (Owingsville, Ky.) 1879-192?, 1897-05-20
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IL was difficult 20 imagine that the
gentleman in ouestion. in his intimacy
with my frienos. had been entirely ac-
tuated by regard for an elderly per-
sor half mad about her health. felt
something akin TO a pang of jealousy,
though l tried TO conceal my interest
- asked:
Trent was q curious place 10 run
across such an admirer of trans-Atlsn-
tic civilization. Was il not?"
Our meeting was purely accidental.
We were lunching in the restaurant of
one Of the hotels when he came in and
took the table next TO ours. We hardly
recognized him at first; he had aged
much since we saw him last. We were
delighted az the meeting. and think
81 pleased him as well. He told us that
he had been travelling extensively in
this country. but evidently he had not
enjoyed the life here. In fact. aunt and
lie fell into a discussion of the manners
and customs of the good people of the
United States. You should have heard
her; she is patriotic TO the core. She
told him he had had no opportunity
20 learn how thc people really live; and
then she insisted that he should come
here. for few days at least. 10 &c, just
the experience in which he was lack
ing. He accepted the invitation, after
a little hesitation. Honestly. think
he was glad 10 escape the hotels for
awhile. Last evening he and aunt
talked for hours about their travels.
about misplace and its people. Shctold
him how she was gaining under your
care. and how fortunate she was in
securing such skillful attendance in
the Country. Perhaps IL is as well that
you didn't hear her. Flattcry is dIsas-
trous sometimes, isn't it,"
"You should know better than l."
She laughed lightly.
Nothing but good was said of you,"
she .rsant on Aunt dwelt upon your
success with her. and your regular at
tsIf~eaS- "i-Sn tiss oid man who lives
over there" Che pointed TO the knoll,
with which we were almost abreast,
being distaG. from il hardly 100 yards.
''she told lin what a hermit exist
.nce Mr.-sr Lamar-that is his name,
isn't its-sseSns 10 prefer"
WAS he Interested"
''shail ;r:l YOU the plain trItb? II
may spoil NE story
Tho tr...h always" said I.
AT frs lie was interested. but very
soon lac dssicately managed TO change
the subj~;,."
81 don't blame him. I ma.,ered.
with a glance at the house showing
above the scrubby trees. Her glance
followed mine.
DIR Morris" she asked. after
rause. lis chat Mr.. Lamar deaf: When
] tried Ia rouse somebody in his house
the other day. the place was as unre-
sponsive ss q tomb"
THE comparison is excellent" said
I avoiding direct answer 10 her
query. as most men with an aversion
10 unnecessary falsehoods would have
avoided il. The servant is deaf, and
her master is sometimes so self-ab-
sorbed that he is ever worse of than
she"
what wretched existence. Is his
health altogether gomez
He is more comfortable now than
when he came here"
I knew that she was studying my
fsce. but kept my eyes averted.
1T 10 strange that in this gossip
loving village SO little Is known of
him." she went on. ''One hears that he
is retired brewer from the south; hut
that seems TO be the limit of knowledge
Of his antccedents."
lit is the accepted version said I.
Really. know little of his history be-
forr he retained me-"
Our craft was nearing the mouth of
the tidal stream, and few more Wig
orous strokes shot il out upon the
smooth waters of the bay. hardly rip
pied by the gentle breeze. To the
north were two sloops crawling along
On their way TO the village. To the
south and cast curved the long tongue
OF land which formed the boundary Of
the bay on two sides and sheltered il
FROM the ocean swell. Not more than
halt a milo from where we were. a cat
boat lay at anchor, with a solitary fig
ure Iolling over her side. The whole
scene was full Of the restfulness of the
summer afternoon, aud the spell of il
stole upon us, as IL we left behind with
the land it's anxieties, sorrows and
fears. For q time the boat drifted ON,
propelled more by a current of the
lay than by the occasional strokes of
The oar. The girl was half reclining,
trailing one of her hands in the water
snd with the other toying with the
handle of her parasol, the shaft of
which rested on her shoulder. We
were both day-dreaming, when a hail
Looking up. found that we were close
10 the anchored craft. and that John
son. its occupant, had given us warning
none too soon. In a moment we were
alongside the catboat. and his hand had
caught the gunwale Of the skiff.
.'HaIloo. Johnson" said /. what
sort of fishing are you doing here?
Business or fun?"
Fun mostly, sir" he answered,
pointing TO hand-lipe hanging over
the side. Nothing Of a bigness to be
caught here. How does :hc lady like
the boat"
"very much indeed said Miss Gray
you'll find she works easy ma'am."
said he.
I'VE discovered lot Of dried mud on