The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1898-03-18

in the air and two red spots on her
cheeks. And tell your brother, Miss
Mary, that | am as little anxious to
make his acquaintance as he is mine"
And exit Una, not without some
slight emphasis in the closing of the
door.
How pretty she has grown!" said
Mary Haven, in admiration.
"Do you think SOP" said Ellice,
little doubtfuly. "She is SO dark and
so abrupt, you know, and then she has
no charm of manner-poor, dear, little
Una"
George Haven laughed little when
the younger Miss Jocelyn's defiant
message was brought to him.
"She need not be so alarmed" he
said. There is no sort of probability
that we shall be brought into contact
with each other"
But man proposes and God dis
poses" says the sparkling little pro-
verb, and the week was not out before
George Haven strolling among the pic
turesque woods, found himself in a
ruined sawmill, where tall, sweet fern
bushes grew through the yawning
crevices of the moldering floor and sun
beams sifted like misty lines of gold
between the cracks in the roof above.
"There must be a fine view from that
peak" said Haven to himself, and,
springing up a slight ladder, which
reared itself from beam to beam, he
picked his way across the perilous
flooring to the window, which looked
out over a breezy stretch of vale and
upland, where the blue windings of a
river flashed in the sunshine and the
undulatiOnS of q distant mounta in
chain seemed to close up the horizon
with it's purple gateways.
As he stood there, feasting his eyes
upon the prospect, slight noise be-
low attracted his ear. He hurried to
the edge of the floor only in time to
discover that the LADDER his sole means
of escape, was walking off upon the
shoulders of a stout, silver-haired old
man, who whistled cheerfully as he
went
"Halloa!" shouted George. "Hold on
there. my man. Where are you going
with that ladder?"
No answer--no response of any ma
ture.
rs the man deaf?" cried George, in
a sort of frenzy.
That was precisely what old Latty
was-as deaf as the proverbial post.
Pretty Una Jocelyn was waiting for
him on the edge of the ruins, holding
up one pretty finger.
Hush Latty," said she. Don't you
| hear some one Calling?"
II don't hear noting" said old Latty,
whose dull ears could catch Una's clear,
sweet voice when all the shouting of
| the farm hands was inaudible to him.
/ 1T must be the birds, or some one who
/ shoots squirrels in the glen, may hap
pen"
mo-" said Una, crispily, 'it is a voice
| calling. Stay here, Latty, until l come
| back"
| Latty stood still, contentedly, with
| the ladder on his back, while his young
! mistress hurried up the steep bank as
| fast as she could.
"Who is it?" she cried in a voice
sweet and shrill as thrush's warble.
"It is l." responded George Haven
plaintively. 81 climbed up here, and
| some one has taken the ladder away
and 1 can't get back"
Una stood there, tall, slight, brown
checked, with her hands clasped behind
her back, and the wind blowing hel
chestnut curls about, while mischiev-
Gus light scintillated under her long
dark eyelashes.
"Oh," said she, 81 understand. You
| are Mr.. Haven?"
"And you are Miss Una Jocelyn?'
said he, coloring and biting his lip.
Exactly" responded the girl. "Ant
here is an excellent opportunity fol
| 1a oa1 af
me an Amazon, a farm boys assist
ant-all manner of names-and you are
at my mercy now"
YES" confessed Mr.. Haven, peni
tently. IT'S all true"
Don't you think it would serve yoI
right" went on Una severely, "if
sent old Latty home with the ladder
instead of recalling him to your as
sistance?"
"Of course 1t would" said Haven.
80 do l." said Una, but 1 mear
to be magnanimous, Latty! Latty!'
Clear and fute-like her voice sound
ed down the glen, and old Latty'i
husky accents replied:
"Yaw, yaw! I'm coming!"
Una Jocelyn in the meantime stooC
looking at Mr.. Haven as coolly as if h
were a sphinx or an obelisk, or SOM
such marvel of the universe. Mr.. Hav
en- regarded her on his part with a sor
of meek propitiation, and when at las
he had descended and stood on tn
green turf beside his fair rescuer, h
held out his hand.
"I hope we are friends?" said he.
"Oh, certainly"
But she made no motion to take tn
extended palm.
won't you shake hands with me :?
he asked in some discontinue.
Il didn't suppose you cared to shak
hands with a regular Amazon" sal
Una sarcastically.
1T was a foolish speech" said Have,
Vehemently, land I've been sorry 70
it score of times since it was spok
en!"
Una turned to him with a smile tha
illuminated her piquant face.
I'm that case it shall be forgotten,
said she. "And I'm very glad that oil
Latty brought the ladder here to loo
for my parrot, that has been lost thes
two days"
II wonder If I could help find it?
said Mr.. Haven eagerly.
II don't know" said Una demurely
You might try"
They did try The parrot was nc
found for he had been stolen by
tramp who slept i'm the Jocelyn bar
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