New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1897-02-28

you think you can paint II, sue! ,s,sar.r,,v
The person addressed answered lhuIsi .m., ,
that che aid NOT know. she was sure; and went
on with her wrench. l., ., Tho
There was a slight rustic at the eose "a , t.o
shade where the young man sal s' ~ ,ho autter
! his book The rustic was caused by the hus.s s.
| of the leaves OF his volume. wnich lie W."
closed He rose and spoke .o,a
81 hope you'll pardon mes iaoies, ne sa, ,
Though he said ladies he looked al the s'r' WIN
/ had lost Aunt Maly's Kitten ,Aa o..
/ He bestated 1t struck me that he wisneu 10
appear shy. but that he did not 1eei sny a., h;
slightest. There was curious t"i"n'e ~ '''
We all gazed at him in silence.
THE scratch, you know. Mss-Miss'--
"Iangthorne" from the girl, who sparked her
whole face at the young man. AmaDel AFTER
ward said that she hated to see girl sparkle
her face like that at man. ....,,.
Miss Langthorns. the scratch can be entireiy
! hidden. 1t is too badsthat countenance hke
like yours" in great apparent confusion, put
with very efficient eye beam. .snoulG oe us
figured If you wish TO attend party!
He was diffident and yet so earnest
ooh how kindw exclaimed Miss Langthorne
efusively Sue, do you hear now KIM MI
! Mr. ,
"Riddle-Thomas ]. Riddle" in low voice;
1t was noticeable that this gentleman voice.
though low was singuarly clear ana hau ie
markable carrying power. -. A..
How kind Mr.. Riddle is. oh. you're just 700
kind for anything, I'm sure, MT. fioaie. Ds.
wouldn't think of troubling you' i co 'nr 80
think of 1t for a single instant. I'm eyer 80
much Obliged to you. though. Sue. don't you
think we ought to be gong?'
Miss Cummings had placed her monkey wrench
In the tiny leather bag that was fastened BACK
of the bicycle saddle and she was now straPplne
the bag She responded In matter -oi-lact way
that she ready. ,
pace. not as one who is defeated. but as one VINO
| waits o
ard her Wheel then she returned to the pump
| and began to move the handle up ana down.
holding her little cup under the spout II Iva, was
! an unwieldy wooden pump, anu NIL ->
! fastened forward. ..,..d
ALLOW me-" he said, and the water spouteo
forth beneath his vigorous hand
| ooh how nice to be strong as that! crieo
Miss Langthorne. as her hand and arm and
| cup were drenched "Oh. Sue. I'd give anytmhs
If / were strong as that! .s
| Mr. Riddle dropped the handle ana Do"eo'
| He was very solemn and very deferental.
The two girls rolled their wheels cut to the
road. Miss Cummings mounted and began pare.
iy to move along; Miss Langthorne mace as J..
| she would mount but didn't succeed; therefore,
Mr.. Riddle darted toward her and held her
wheel. ,.,.
for me?" ,.a
Miss Langthorne looked up at the youhs man man
who was steadying her wheel She gave n'''e
sparkle. got, ..,d vou
could paint 1t out. weren't you. now! she ASKED
Indeed 10. | was speaking the simple truth:
Not that | should think OF doing 1t myse1. l
could give you the preparation: you or your
friend could apply IT.
ooh Sue! Do you hear Mr.. Riddle! he says
you could apply it. How nice.
Apply WHAT?
1t began to appear that Miss Sue cummings
did not always listen to her companions pratte
oh stupid Why, fix my face so shant be
fright at General Jones's. don't care one
bit-to Mr.. Riddle-how brown am, nor ba n"w
and wriggled her fingers. Il think us Just as
lovely as it be to get to he the color OF an
Indian, don't you know? III SHOWS you re al
outdoor girl. you see. $50,
1T wouldn't show was an outdoor girl. re-
sponded Mr.. Riddle; without smile.
Miss Langthorne laughed.
"Oh amt you funny,
She examined the young mans face for an
instant in what seemed an entirely lmpersohai
way Then she cried,
You're brown as hazelnut yourseH. NO"
I really must go.
(Which way you going?"
"To marlborough"
$50 am |; to some lakes near there.
us that so?"
| Mr. Riddle bowed assent.
You don't think there'd be any harm. Miss
Langthorne do you, if should keep you two
ladies in sight, .
"Oh. Sue. do you think there'd be any harm II
Mr.. Riddle should keep us in sight? He's going
to Middleborough you know We're quite a
MIR. Riddle will go faster than we shali; men
ALWAYS ride faster than women, replied MISS
Yes; so they do Oh Mr.. Riddle, we couldn't
think Of mountaineering you.
you don't forbid me. them"
"N-no; don't forbid you"
Whereupon the two girls mounted again and
spun down the road.
Mr. Riddle Ieisurely took his wheel from its
resting place But he stopped to drink some
water from his own cup. First he offered 10
bring us a drink, but we declined we were
sitting comfortably on the dry pine needles
under the tree There were reasons why we pre-
ferred to make our start without spectators
And we had been somewhat interested In the
~ toll a
Miss Langthorne would have become weari-
ness. MAN.
As he again turned to his wheel Mr.. Riddle
allowed an expression to come TO the corners OF
his mouth II was an extremely slight express
sion and was directly banished but we had
seen 1t. ,.
his hat to us with great gravity He held him
self erect, and slid over the ground gracefully.
Amabel and remained for few moments
longer The pine gave forth an agreeable odor;
the country stretching before us was pleasant
with this sunlight upon II. There was farm
house with one more barns, here and there,
but not too near We liked TO see the crows
come down into the fields OF new corn. 1t was
an interesting sight to watch two or three crows
advance sombrely up between the young rows
They didn't care at all for that pole with cross
piece on It where dangled an old coat They
! knew ii was only an old coat
One and then another, would stoop. twitch up
q stalk pull off the swollen kernels OF corn.
swallow them, and then go on to the next. Ana
what a curious mnglng of business and gro
SOlemnlty tnere Is III Gu" ; vain. On'0
a hound came racing through the cornheld. The
crows flew up cawing, but they alghted on a
low savin, and hardly waited until the dog had
leaned the wall before they went back and began
TO pull up the corn again
Suddenly a shot rang out so close to us that
we jumped to our feet The crows new-but
. one wavered struggled TO move its wings again.
then fell among the corn.
A tall boy In jumper and overalls rose from
behind rock at our right smoking gun
rested in the of his arm as he walked
, toward us. .
'Thunderin' oil things" he cried IT'S too
hard work TO plant n hoe corn for those crows
to eat / guess they'll keep away now for one
while"
He spoke exutantly. He was handsome TEL
, low, with those keen. intellectual gray eyes