Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1899-08-11

"It is very hot in the sun, mon
sieur.
"Madame. l greatly fear sunstroke
1t is disease which has had remarka
BILE fatality for my family.
replaced my hat upon the chair OF
which hi% previously seated myself
and seated myself upon the chair OF
which | lad previously placed my hat
| That chair was nearer to madame by
over a foot.
"Monsieur is prudent" she sal anG
smiled. should have been perfectly
happy if her gaze did not SO often wan
der through the window frame and seek
the sunshine outside.
"Nay, fear" l murmured, looking
at her ardently, "impudent
"That is hardly in the nature Of q
compliment. "
because, went on boldly, Gin
the JOY of moment, minute, an hour,
l peril my future peace
She beat another solo upon the floor
and again looked into the sunshine My
eyes followed the direction of hers and
thought I saw hat. The hat was Sc
vere-nay rigid; it was a masculine
hat.
'Is the peril so great?" che asked.
She spoke so softly that pushed my
chair little nearer to her and leaned
forward.
""The answer is entirely in your
hands, madame" I said
'"There may be no peril" she pout-
ed, "for who knows what tree of love
may spring from this mere grain of
barely ten minutesf"
She glanced at me sideways.
"Have you noticed the roses at the
Window
Ono, l answered. "They are there,
no doubt-roses are often at windows
but have eyes for you only"
"There is one almost bud. Icovet
it. l must have it. -
She rose and passed swiftly to the
window. Again I thought l saw the
hat. rose. followed her. l stood be-
hind her as she raised her ungloved
banda dainty, slender, white hand a
hand that any man might not tire of
kissing easily. She caught the bud.
broke its stem and gave faint cry.
"You have hurt yourself said
"a thorn, she answered hurriedly;
cit has pricked met is still in. l
fear.
took her hand in mine. have had
some experience of thorns in connec-
ton with little hands, and l did not look
for any deep wound, yet l must confess
to some considerable surprise when |
found none at all, and even after min
ute search no visible impression upon
the satin of her skin.
"Madane, l said falteringly, ~
can see nothing"
"Stnpid, she cried pettishly, yet
not loudly. "Look again. tell you !
have hurt my hand badly. You cannot
see well. Hold it to the light.
l held it to the light. looked at it
very carefully-the hand was really
wortb looking at bent lower over it,
lower still. Then suddenly glanced
upward. She was smiling. l saw
challenge in her eyes. I kissed her hand.
"Clotildo, said voice over my
head. 1t was a strange voice, and it
seemed out in the garden, little above
me l looked up and recognized the
rigid, severe hat. Under the hat was
man. He looked bad tempered when he
regarded me-; he looked penitent when
he gazed upon madame.
'Henri, she cried, 81 have thorn
in my finger. This gentleman is clumsy
he cannot discover it. "
She glanced at me scornfully and
stretched out her perfectly healthy
hand to the owner of the rigid hat, who
took it. Then, in that hand, innocent
of a scratch or mark, he found thorn,
plucked it out and kissed the place
where it had been. I think, though,
the wound was, after ALL not in her
hand, and if did not find it l was not
useless in the healing.
Then suddenly l remembers that |
mad not summoned the landlord ard
rectified my forsetfulness in a violent
When mine host entered he
was in time to see the rigid hat bend
ing under a parasol somewhere down
the road.
"Ah, they have made it up again!'
he cried, with evident satisfaction. 81
am glad of that, for the wedding is to
be in the early part of next week. and
am to supply the wine for the cere
mony.'
Every one seemed satisfied but my
self continued my walk to Pourville,
having remembered my sister who was
waiting Black and White.
We.