Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1898-12-30

BIZ, anu sne spoke Ill JOueS mOSJ |
naughty. "Suoh familiarity
"Well, Edith--if you command it,"
he murmured abashed.
"How dare you'll" she cried.
II dared not-till you commanded,
said he. "And your name brooch sup
piled the information. "
There was a moments silence.
"You must give me your name and
address, " she commanded.
For you to issue warrant for my
apprehension? No. the prisoner refused
to give his name and address, " he re-
piled
1t was an awkward position for girl
who only did her fathers duty
''Its most ungenerous Of you," she
exclaimed. Just because you're man
and happen to be stronger than l am,
you will evade Justice"
Never" he answered firmly.
"You will run away, and 1, impeded
by skirts am helpless to catch you,"
she continued.
"You could lift
"Why don't you make good your
escape?" she interpolated with haste.
Gam not your prisoner" he asked
"Do you mean to say you will come
quietly to the lodge and face my IA
ther?" she inquired.
"As quiet as any lamb" he asserted.
"Well, it's this way" said She
1t is customary to grip the prisoner
by the arm" he suggested
She paid him no attention, and in ST.
lence they strolled toward the lodge.
''If you will excuse me for minute,
1 will see if my father can attend to
you now, she said when, arriving at
their destination, she had led him to the
drawing room. "Please sit down"
Surely prisoner had never been treat
ed with so much consideration.
In a minute or two she returned
somewhat confused.
my father will return soon," she
said.
"Then must wait he replied.
"Oh, don't you mind?'' She seemed
relieved
"Not in the least" said he.
She rang a bell.
"Do you care for tea or would you
prefer she asked.
"Tea, please, said the prisoner.
And tea was brought
81 think l saw picture of this house
in this years academy" said the pris-
oner, tea and toast in hand.
Ibid you really notice it?' she said
with pleased surprise. II painted it,
and Mr.. Barry bought it. Mr. Barry
owns all this property"
Indeed He must account himself
most fortunate to have SO jealous q
guardian as yourself Thank you-half
a cup"
Then they talked of many things-oi
books, of paintings, of poets songs, till
the sun lost some Of its youthful vigor.
and they wandered into the garden, and
there the conversation was Of other
things perhaps more human than that Of
books and paintings, but none the less
pleasant, and at last they happened on
a mutual enthusiasm, and they enthuse6
until the sun just dropped behind lofty
Craigavar, and sudden chill fell upon
the jailer, and she cried:
"My father will be back in a few
minutes. Hadn't you better-escape?"
"And we were getting ON so we'll
too, said the prisoner, with half sigh
"Yes-I mean think you have beer
imprisoned long enough" she murmur
ed.
ooh, mol" replied the prisoner gal
lantly.
"You have-indeed you have Please
please go. My father might adjourn. o
something terrible, and you, with no
, body to bail you out, would have to g
to pris- Oh! l am sure Mrs. Jones, tn
constable's wife would never make 70,
comfortable. Dogol Do go!" she plead
ed, with hands that were clasped ii
pity.
"Bnt how about your duty to MI
Barry he asked.
, "Bother Mr. Barryr" she exclaimed
Then, with gravel flying and tn
: sound of much crunching of SINAI
=, stones came Major Smith, the agent c
q the Barry estate, and he, seeing them
pulled up his ponies with great sudden
ness and, leaping to the ground, &C
> vanced, crying: "Ah, my dear fellow
here you arel I'm delighted to welcom
you to your own house after so long a
absence. went to the station to NEE
n you and found your luggage only
n we don t count message to the etfeC
. that you had got out at Aberavar an
\ were walking Should have been bac
: long ago if that COMPOUNDED rascal RI
ven hadn't stopped me to ask for n
duction of rent-said his roof was fal
. ing in. So / went to see it and found
= as usual, it was all nonsense. Edit
been amusing you, hope?"
), 81 met Miss Smith in the WOO
and explained the traveller.
\. "She knew you from your phot'
, graph, Major Smith suggested. Nil
= Smith blushed.
% 1.-THE photograph is not in the lea
bit like the original, she protested.
% Nobody ever recognizes it as me,
- said the young man unblushingly. ",
is said to be a speaking likeness all Il
!, same
She rewarded him with a gratef
glance
!. people have said to me-" he contil
- ued, Who is-that ugly devil on yol
Il wife's escritoire?' and r.
"Your wife?"
IA Haven't you heard? I'll tell you q
about it. Oh, it was quite romano
s. It's beast of photograph, don't "
think SO, Miss Smith?"-Temple Bar