New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1897-04-18

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"Oh. no." laughng "even couldn MAKE out
70 do so much s that, though the doctors do say
iva cot something mighty uncommon the mat
ter of my bones. Some OF um SAID 1 was oinos
inc but the rest of UNI said twant no sum
thing that twas entirely different put tne! s,''
agreed that twas most uncommon-it oiuii W.
cur once in forgit how often. -
The speakers pale face flushed with the inter-
est and pride with which she spoke
Yes there's ben doctors down mere rom DDS
ton lest to see the case tell Pedro that's long
I'd got 10 he laid up twas something 10 DE lalu
IN dif'r,lnt from other people. l tell nm twas
Ito hayin the right kind of spice In an apple
pie made in the spring after the apples'd got as
fiat as dishwater.
Here she laughed again. - 49,,
LITTLE Sarah Ramsey was sitting on the edge
of n chair gazing at us with utter absorption
The room was full of sunlight; outside the roolns
and chips were flying about: sometimes nei,
came slowly peeking up to the open door. looked
in with that mbecile air which belongs TO a men,
then futtered away in obedience to Sarah ram
sey's sudden dart forward with arms outspreau
1t was very pleasant. l felt an agreeable sense
of drOWsy peace.
"Mebby,'' said our hostess. looking hopefully at
U.S. you'd like to hear how was first TAKEN?
Taken" repeated Amabel vaguely.
YES Twas my left hip broke both times
you know My symptoms were real queer eS Wn me
/ was layin' here after the doctors had fixed the
bones Mebby you'd like TO hear bout them
symptoms. set here n think of them symp.
toms till declare don't know but intor reeI
to me. Sometimes ! think that, s1ongs I've got
TO set here, I'd know what l should DO tnoui
Them SYMPTOMS They're Jest as good as mover
TO meEbetter-for | amt one that ever cared
much for novels. Novels amt true. II III! sSihp
toms are; that's one consolation. they're true 3
the Book. Folks generally ike 10 near Hie ten
the particulars"
She spoke cheerfully but there was an under-
tone Of paintiveness in her voice.
We settled ourselves as comfortably as we
could in the straight wooden chairs. we TOOK
off our hats. l remember from the hrst that
\ hi,uz inc n a
bush full Of blossoms that grew near the doo!
] watched him make unerrng dives ana heard
the womans voice or course. couiuh nav
| gone to sleep in chair like that; but Amapei al
| WAYS asserts that snored and that at one stage
| of my slumber had nightmare. and thought
| had broken my hip. But do not in the least be-
| leve this
| 1t is true, however, that when I was reused
| by my friends rising from her chair. the town
| clock was striking a great many times. ana II
high noon.
our hostess looked pleased and refreshed;
Amabel worn. but resolutely amable.
81 do hope you'll both come ag'in.' said Mrs
Gonzaga We've had a nice talk. Amt WEI
It's done me a lot of good If you'll walt well
have some broed fresh cod; Pedro II be in any
minute He's tiptop cookin' fish. He's-
But we had gone outside the door We turned
back TO say goodby. We promised to come again.
We hurried along the sandy path, slipping and
wallowing. Town Hill kept every breath of wind
from lis We glanced up at that bill. On the
verge nearest us, his head just above the tallest
beach plums we saw Mr. Riddle. He snatched
off his hat and waved ii. Then he disappeared
and Immediately reappeared. hurrying along tow
ard
Albert has been anxious about you." he an
nounced.
Has he?" indiferently.
Eyes. May ask If you've been out here In this
waste all the morning."
yes"
Mr. Riddle passed his hand over his face.
1T is l who feel prey to anxiety now, he
said
He glanced at Amabel and then at me- and we
glanced at him.
MAY ask a very important question:"
We hesiated, and then we said, YES and
waited
Amabel and were goirg single file along the
Path, Mr.. Riddle was stridng among the bushes
be side us. There certainly an unhappy ex-
preston upon his countenance. am almost
sure that felt a little tenderly toward him when
l saw how distressed his face was
IF you've been here all the time. them" he
| began after a slight pause, you must have
heard something. Ladies, have you heard any
thing?'
eve have heard hens. and robins. and
Amabel stopped and could see her face enough
to know that she was blushing Unless there is
a principle involved like divided skirts she hates
TO hurt any ones feelings.
Miss Waldo" interrupted Mr.. Riddle. des-
perately, "did you hear me Ieciting my part?"
Ibid you? want to know whether to go and
hang myself or not"
please don't hang yourself. Mr.. Riddle"
softly.
"Why not?" fiercely.
Observation-Disclosures, down here drowning would
be so much handler"
Miss Waldo, Let IL be drowning then. What
did you hear me say? Don't prevaricate."
II never prevaricate. l heard you say that
you-that you scorned me and mine"
Here Amabel could not restrain laugh; Mr..
Riddle joined. but his face was very red.
II suppose" he said, despairngy, that I
called 1t sCOr-r-ned?"
do believe that l know better. Miss Waldo
do" hurriedy. But the exigencies of my audi
ence-I call it the exigencies-demand that kind
Of r. 1t makes me sick, though; assure you,
it makes me sick"
He looked down at Amabers face. you see."
In lower voice I'm trying to climb up in my
profession but I have TO consult the taste OF
others about the letter r. If get to be like
Irving and those fellows, I'll certainly drop all
that rot. didn't know it made me so sick till
was afraid you overheard me- Somehow, I care
dramatic idiot" Again he looked down at her.
Il suppose you can't help thinking that,
though"
why should 10"
But Amabel did not glance at him: she was
looking everywhere but at Mr. Riddle.
81 shall have to go over my part" went on the
young man, but rather think can find place
down here where nobodyl hear me. They tell
me there re miles of sand here where there isn't
a person-confound the whole thing, though I
say! Miss Waldo do wish you'd tell me you
don't think any the less of me-"
This was rather trying: and why didn't he ask
me If ] thought any the less OF him?
| fingered. but Amabel would not allow me to
linger. She paused directly and turned to me;
whereupon Mr.. Riddle dropped the solicituda
from his manner.
After dinner, however. when was sitting on
the piazza alone, Mr.. Riddle came from the hall,
saw me- and leaned against post. looking down
at me- There was certain usefulness in his
eyes-reay he had fine eyes-that was rather
touching.
IT suppose" he began abruptly In very low
tone that I ought not to feel as do. I mean
that have no right TO feel so: but somehow
value your opinion Of mel want 1t to be a good
opinion"
When had seen this look In his face directed
to Amabel, had an inclination to scott at II. but
! had no such inclination now. Mr.. Thomas ].
Riddle seemed 10 me young man OF discrimiDa-
ton and good sense; and there was something
winning about him.