The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1897-05-29

| impossible for her happy nature TO keep
up even the faintest sembance OF annoy
ance with which her words had begun.
She was feeling in her purse, with her
head bent over it. by the time the Young
1orkShireman had reached her side ana
bad recovered breath enough to speak.
/ Just as he was raising his hat, and holding
! out the handkerchief. the ponies started
/ off; and the few PAGES it travelled before
being pulled up by Il quick hand OH the
reirs. brought the sleigh within the light
! from the cottage windows, which flashed
upon the face of the lady.
| The Yorkshireman held his breath. By
| some odd result of this sudden revelation
of her beauty to his dazed and dreamy
mood. il seemed to him that not q flesh
/ and blood handsome woman Of the nine
| teenth century. but the incarnate ideal OF
| the Italian painters of the Renaissance.
! looked straight into his eyes with the
J frank and fearless gaze OF Il pictured god
! dess. and flashed upon his dazZled sight
the rose and ivory tints OF her skin, the
gieam of her blue eyes and Of her pearl
teeth, the shining coils of her pale golden
/ hair. On her side the lady seemed TO be
as much struck with the appearance OF
the supposed tramp as he was with hers;
the pink color in her cheeks grew Il little
deeper, and she held out her hand for the
handkerchief with head bent as if in hum
bic apology. while her full blue eyes looked
up in his face with a deprecatory express
sion which would have washed away the
memory of hundred insults.
Il beg your pardon. I'm so awfully
sorry. | made dreadful mistake" she
said. in q low winning voice that had
strangely moving quality.
Not at ali. madam answered the
stranger. recovering his voice, but not all
his self-control. You were quite right.
! The times are very hard, and | am in
search of a nights lodging though it is
true had no intention of waylaying you
for the means to pay for it. You dropped
your handkerchief, and | picked it up;
that is al"
''Oh, but it's not all. I'm 50 much
ashamed Of myself" broke ont the lady,
who seemed to enjoy the adventure with
all the zest of young girl. You are
a stranger here, | sec-for | know every
face in the neighborhcod Let me offer
You the hospitality of my home The
Crags-for the night. Ny husband Lord
<ildonan. viii be delighted to welcome
you; poor man. he's used to maxim. the
amcnde honorable for his wfe's csca-
paG"s" she ended with another peal of the
bell-toned laughter which seemed to be
a more natural expression of her happy.
sanguine temperament than the colder
medium Of words.
The doctor noticed. even as he excused
himself from accepting this headStrong
offer of hospitality. that her companion
appeared strangely sensible Of the want OF
dignity betrayed hy this rash invitation to
a stranger: for he gathered UP the rcinS.
which the lady had let fall, rs if to remind
her that the time was slipping by
You must at Least call upon us to-
morrow-ah, but | insist upon that" she
said, after hearing his answer. Il can't
insult people and forget all about it in a
moment like that; | must be allowed to
make amends my own way. II you are a
visitor TO ConiSm@re You have 70 idea
how much an old resident can help you TO
make the very most of your stay"
Before she could get ANY further with
her speech tn" ponies started off st a
smart pace. and the young IorkshireElan
was left standing in the middle Of the
road, feeling like the hero Of Il fairy tale
when the spell was broken and the en-
chanted palace melted away. The cart
in which the old yiilager had brought him
thus far on his journey now logged up.
and stopped for him t. mount into it again.
We'll. what dust think o t lcddy:"
asked the cid man with interest.
why. shc-she is very Handsome" the
doctor answered stupidity; ana he turned
10 get up into the cart again.
As he did 50 he caught sight Of some
thing on the sroW-Covcrcd ground ut Il
little distance from his feet With a
quickencd pulse. and yet with i conscience
sting. he made two steps forward. and dis
covered that it was indeed rs a sense
even kecncr than his bodily vision had told
him, the same little handkerchief that he
had restored to its owner few moments
before. An odd coincidence surely, that
she had dropped il again SO soon. Or was
it little vile to secure that call at The
CragS on which her fancy seemed so OBJ
stinately bent: Whichever it might be,
it was not in flesh and blood of scven-and-
twenty to resist any longer the chance of
another glimpse Of this lakeside goddess.