Arizona republican., 1898-07-13

goin' so beats me-" Mrs. Weston cOnfided to me one afternoon, when she had sought the. comparative coolness the office offered.
 "She seems to thrive on high tempera- tures," said I. "She's human sal amander"
 "Well, let that be as it may" said Mrs. Weston, who was not to be entrapped into a definite statement on such a doubtful point, "she's a'marvel, I must say. Faint like, now, as if she had to work for livin'. But that's jes' th., way the world seems to go. Them that don't need gets; them that wants to rest has to keep stirrin'. If twas her niece was rushin' round, 'twould be all natural, because she's got her livin' to get sooner T later. If I was in her place I'd be plannin' and savin' like a good fellow"
 'Why should she?" I demanded. ''Her aunt must be at least well to dc, | and she's nearer to her than anybody else"
 "Oh, come now, don't you know about Mis- Loring's money?"
 ' she is quite able to provide for her niece. What do you mean?"
 Mrs. Weston's face shone with the joy of telling story new to her nearer.
 'Oh, it come straight to me-" said she. 'Afis' Loring told Mis- Clark. and got it right from her. Mis- Loring' husband left her jes' interest in his estate, and when she dies it all goes back to his folks. She gets the interest every year, but she can't touch the prin- cipal. So Miss Gray can't get anything from her, though, of course, she pays | her bills now"
 Perhaps Miss Gray las an income of her own,'' suggested.
 'Mis' Loring says not. Her pa was kinder shif'less, and didn't leave her nothing. Mis- Loring's taken care of her ever since she was little girl" I sat deep in thought long after Mrs Weston had gone back to her household duties. Did her news please me? So far as the girl was concerned, I was l heartily sorry to learn that her pros | poets were SC uncertain; so far as the | tidings affected me, I rejoiced. I was | free to press my suit, to ask her hand 1 undeterred by the dread of misconcep- | tion of my motives. At least one of the obstacles had been removed from my path.
 When meditation had become a weariness-and when one is in love it requires a vast amount of brain-rack- ing to produce this result picked up my hat and left the house, greatly in- | fluenced by the hope that Miss Gray might be tenanting some shaded nooR in the neighborhood. Somewhat to my surprise, she was walking slowly down the road.
 Were going boating" she explained when overlook her. "It is so oppres- sively hot on shore that both aunt and I decided that it could be no worse o1 the water. Then, too, there is a chance that we may find some breeze stirring on the bay. Will you not join us?"
 With pleasure" said I. But how does Mrs. Loring contrive to spare the time? She is supposed to be busy day and night with the arrangements l for the fete, you know.'
 ''So she is" said the girl, with : smile, "but when ] proposed that sine should take vacation for a few hours she saw the wisdom of the idea She will follow us to the boat in few min utes. Really, think it was the allure ment of a little trip on the water which won her over to leaving her designs and programmes. She is devoted tt boating, you know; it is surprising thai she has resisted the temptation so ofte1 lately. She has been out with me hard ly half a dozen times; and MT. Johnson ! has had but one pupil at his sailing les sons."
 And how have you improved them?
 "My teacher is flattering. But per haps I may be able to display my sHll in practical way, if only we get { breeze this afternoon"
 Count on me to be a severe critic, said 1. ''By the way, Miss Gray, do yol mind if I combine business with pleas ure? I have an errand to do at Mir Lamar's, and if you would land me neal his house, and then pick me up again I should be your debtor forever" | A'iiC AOAi III tAiS pAdnJ dIu tuIhCt back to the house to secIre a voluEa, which Lamar had asked mo to lend him It was small textbook on histology, remember, though why he should hay, desired to get smattering of tha branch Inever learned. When reached the boat Mrs. Loring was enthroned il the stern sheets, while her niece wa perched on the narrow seat in the bow The air was stifling hot on the sheltered waters of the creek, and the swea gathered on my face as I busied mysel with the oars.
 Ugh! this is like the 1ue of a fur nace," I protested, ceasins rowing fo moment to wire ny forehead. '' envy you ladies your parasois and coo attire"
 "Ah, but woman $ 5irss ss <, s9 Illogical you know, so contcary 10 the dictate of sense and sciencs' :s;: {; :. :.s Grey. little mali"iously. To t'.i the truth, T. z