The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1897-02-24
PART I.

Miss Frewen had been educated at
Girton. She had taken a high place in
the Classical Tripos, and was under
stood on Etruscan Sarcophagi. She
wore as a brooch gold Green coin of
Demetrius Poliocetes, and had Tan
agra hguriues for ornaments on her
mantelpiece.
lCrem all this you may be tempted to
suppose that Miss Frewen was severe,
mdde-aged and unpeasing; perhaps
even that she adorned herself with
pair of blue speCtacles. If so, you are
mistaken. We have changed all that.
The first generation of Grton girls, it
is Nue--the pioneers of a Movement
had a tendency to be pallid, emaciated
and book-wormy. But Girton nova
days has found its level. 1t has become
an institution. To go there no longer
implies intensity. Miss Frewen was
twenty-five, good looking, plump
round faced and rosy Moreover, she
had a twinkle in the corner of her eye
which distinctly suggested the pos
session of a sense of humor. 1t is a pop
uar error to imagine that any incon-
gruity exists between a sense of humor
and Etruscan sarcOphagi. l am given
to understand by those who have had
the privilege of looking over Miss
FrcWen's proofs that hers Will be by far
the most amusing book ever written
about the cemeteries of Etruria. Den
mis- and Muller and Canon Isaac Taylor,
l am credibly informed, are quite dry
In comparison. For raciness and lerve
you must go to Miss Frewen.
Yes, indeed" the landlady of the
little Welsh lodgings in the out -of-the-
way port made answer to Miss Frew-
ems inquiries. "They're fiery nice rooms.
A fiery goot view, and fiery quiet and
pleasant. Only, will Miss Frewen be
coming alone?' She inquired it anN-
iously, with the usual Welsh pOiteness
of the third person; and she looked as
she spoke, into Miss Frewen's face with
a vague sense of hesitation.
Miss Frewen's eyes twinkled. ooh,
yes" she answered. "Alone. I'm quite
used to it, Mrs. Griffith. 1 always live
alone and travel alone. 1 call myself a
bachelor"
Mrs Griffith drew back. "But
ther is a young gentleman in the
house." she went on, anxious to guard
the proprieties. AN oxford young
gentleman. A fellow off a college,"
Miss Frewen smiled. poor young
man." she answered. He needn't be
afraid of me. I'll do nothing to hurt
him."
The landlady looked surprised. Rec
ollect, twas in a remote corner of Wild
Wales, where people have not yet learnt
how the world is turning. At Stow-in-
the Void or Burnham- n-the-Crouch,
now, nobody would have been sur
prised; but at Llantlhangel-ynM Morfen,
the Emancipated Woman was an un-
known phenomenon.
However, it was impossible to look
once at Miss Frewen-fresh, brisk, self
raliant-and to doubt her 'respectabi
ity." The landlady gave it up, and let
her rooms to the Girton girl.
Miss Frewen U do not feel sufficiently
at home with her myself to warrant me
in calling her by her Christian name
Nonica)-Miss Frewen settled down in
the easy chair by the window at once
having dispatched a stipendiary boy tC
the station to fetch her pOrtmanteau
She Travelled with a portmanteau alone
being tailor-made young lady. Their
she looked out on the sea and the great
stacks of rock, very rough and ragged
Breakers We're rolling in from the oper
Atlantic. The white foam lashed Itself
into showers of spray round those SHARP
granite fangS. Fresh sea breeZeS moved
Miss FreWen'S fair locks, which, strange
as you may think it, We're not smooth
and neatly plated. but blew in loose
chestnut Wlsps about her cheeks ant