Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1898-06-02
The Man and the Editor.

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NHEI sat at opposite ends of bench
on the Marine parade and observed
each other furtively. His eyes, weary
with the contemplation Of d succession
of sartorial failures, rested approving
ly on her white drill skirt, her immac-
ulate collar and the sailor hat Of the
right shape set in the right place on her
brown hair. She told herself that he
was very presentable, and decidedly I'M
expected in Easton-super-Male, where
in August the voice Of the eNcursionist
is loud n the land, and the accompani-
ment is of concertinas. Both were
bored and in want of companions ship;
she was young and he barely middle
aged, and it was quite ineNcusable,
when. her book having slipped from her
knee and been restored by him. she In OF
only thanked him, but observed:
"Ihere's wretclled library here"
"Ycu don't 90 to the best" he re-
piled. with glance at the label on the
volume. "Therc is quite a decent one
up the street. They get book or two
from Ml:die occasionally. 1 don't fancy
there is much demand for literature
here, though"
lie has a: nice voice. she told her
self, trying not to be frightened at3her
own te,nerity, ''and nice eyes, and he's
a gentleman, and he isn't young, and
it doesn't matter." -
Hut -er remark had been the result
~ &c /
action caused her to say, rather stiffiy:
"Ihank you. | must try the other
place.
She almost decided that she would go
now. bat reflected that she had started
the conversation, and that such course
would be an urmerited snuD forhim, so
She remained and presently made an
and the glare from the sea.
"Oh. it's an awful place." he an
sNcred; Il shouldn't stay here a mo-
inert If hadn't got to-
Nor T.
'Four hours by rail from London,'' he
groaned; 1.-The only place worth livin 6
in.'
"Ies,' she assented.
Brass bands and Christies, and nasty
little steamers with yellow tunnels dis
goreing at the pier all day. UGH"
But it's healthy" she said.
ooh, yes. When I'm not eating I
sleep, and I'm getting fat. ought not
to grumble, but I do"
Il ought not to have spoken to YOU,
but I did," she observed, with sudden
aut'acity, and then blushcd so hctly
that he saw it through her thick veil.
II am very grateful to you for having
done so,' he said. II have seen YOU
about several times during. the last
week, and have felt that we were both
aliens in the land, and might find that
much, at least, in common But there
was no one to murmur few senseless
words Of Introduction over us = =
Poor Mrs. Crundy.' she said. with a
smile, as she locked at a tiny watch that
she had taken out of her waist belt.
Unjust co. she added; its quite late"
I'VE shall meet again, I hcpe," he
suggested.
POSSIBLY; I'm often about" And
with nod she left him.
Easton is specially dreary on a wet
day. They net in the library that he
had recommended and told each other
SO. She wore a thinner veil TODAY.
which showed him that her eyes were
pretty and her mouth sweet-tempered
looking. The" gray hairs in his short,
pointed beard inspired her with conf
dence. She ignored the fact that his
eyes were young.
1T was too depressing indoors, and l
had nothing to read" she said, as she
pulled the first volume Of ''The Amaz-
) ing Marriage" out of its place.
"Ah, Meredith? Allow me; rainy
Gay literature is thing apart, and
charming as Meredith is, he is not for
you to-day. May recommends
'Don't. I am not the sort of person
to require a funny book to keep up my
spirits on a dreary day. dislike farce
''You shall keep your Meredith" he
returned; 81 will confess that have
been reveling in Richard Feverep all
the morning myself"