The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1898-01-25

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3. IA Ole was aware how
-, ~ darkly the eyes of
M @ (N Elizabeth oould
ryN "a \A frown; he knew also
w5fSSsY>1IA that the same eyes
Nm; cy2oIetkBlEl could smile sum
WlAl mer of delight into
--.ss. .G-9I3I mans heart. Like
-SISlZ/ England's Eliza
A$$-I beth, she was born
coquette and tyrant.
NO lover III her beat needed to com
plain he was taken unawares, for was
not her path strewn with victims2
ana dld she not carry her scalps con-
sptcuously at her belt? She used to
thlnk 1t defense to protest.
Well, I'm not, cold. heartless
hirt; L am really interested for the
time being"
Joe's sister, who adored him, would
say
,'What a spirited boy you are
10 Keep on dangling after that girl!'
Joe would lnterlect,
shes angling-Tm danglingl"
SAID Mary, ignoring his wit,
she IL serve You as she did Philip
Scudder, the young American she met
last summer i'll Oglensburg, and lured
over here i'll the winter"
why, I'm sure she did not tell him
10 come; the town was free to all; is it
her fault If she is magnetic?"
"Ob, my saucy sailor boy. don't de-
celve yourself! Will Marshall. in the
postoffice another of her G.. ,t-offs-"
well, he has found consolation &"
slyly interrupted Joe.
diary ignoringly proceeded
He knows her writing, and L don't
suppose all those letters were written
to ward Philip off,
We'll, well, Mollie darling. she
can't help being fascinating; You know
how it is yourself"
None of your blarney, Mr.. joseph
Stewart Crerar! / am not going to be
won over to smile on this midsummer
madness If she cared for You in the
least Ia help you to WOO her. Even
as 1t Is, your woe-begone face tempts
me 10 set my wOman's wits to work in
your behalf"
Yes" he replied drearily, "she
would step on me as readily No the
greater Elizabeth stepped ON RI
iel9h's cloak. Still, rs you have dis
covered, Her very frowns are sweeter
far, than smiles of other maidens are
to me. What can You do for a poor
old bachelor?"
II have dim and distant idea. " re-
pIled Mary, ''of getting up picnic to
Thousand Islands. -
'Oh, not distant, Mol, sweet Mlollr
1ouk know how short my time Is now. &"
Must you go off on that wild expe-
dition?' said loving Mary.
Would you have me sit at home nj
ease aud bewail our fallen fortunes.
when there is wealth and perhaps
fame to be won abroad?"
Mary's only reply was n sisterlv nat
and KISS. She went off with quicker
on her white brow, to think out her
picnic campaign.
In Brockville, town of many clioues.
II was not by any means plain sailing
10 get such an affair safely launched.
ana properly manned and womaned
Joe betook himself to his den. to put
some finishing touches on a little poem
for his scornful fair; for though he
followed the sea and Sought ont
many inventions" while on land II
was poets heart that he had laid Mt
the feet of Elizabeth Dare
Mary and Joe were both wrong
They saw Elizabeth only when on
guard. The frown she had ever readv
for her true love, joe. was intended no
much to discourage rising throbs
within her own breast az advances on
ms part One fact that famed the
Name IN poor Joe's heart was that she
really never wholly discarded him
He was her boy lover, the first who
had made her "cheek 10 change tenn
estuously,' though even for Brock.
vile The had a rustic woodland mir &"
having been brought mp on farm. TO
which his father had retired after bia
failure in business.
Elizabeth did not scruple to call
him 'backwoodsy" when i'm lofty
mood, aud she vowed that his sailor
swing, since he had gone TO sen. was
no Improvement Therefore he stood
little chance in n crowd. But alone
under the greenwood tree. or rowing
her about among the fairy isles. he
resumed mis- sway. So he listened
hopefully to Marys picnic project.
Always, between her various Hirta.
tions, Joe Crerar had his innings
There was take or-grauted deyo.
ton permitted which she had no hest
tation in 'snufing out, ne shc OK.
pressiyey, If not elegantly put H..
when n more eligible suitor struck her
fancy To-day, ct the picnic. she nc.
finally smiled upon him
Joe, ycu haven't written me any
poetry for long time.
ooh, yes, ] have Bess. but I've la I
no encouragement 90 send It,"
well, never mind. Take me 10
the little throne You made for me loug
ago, aud let us hear the latest from
your muse
Joe only too gladly led her TO She
rnstic seat by the water, aud throwing