Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1899-01-09


''Well, it's this way" said she.
''It is customary to grip the prisoner
by the ARM he suggested.
She paid him no attention, and in 81
lence they strolled toward the lodge
eff you will excuse me for minute,
I 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 I must wait, - he replied.
"Oh, don t you mind?" She seemed
relieved
''Not in the least" said he.
She rang bell.
"Do you care for tea or would you
prefer she asked.
''Tea, please, said the prisoner.
And tea was brought.
81 think saw picture Of this house
in this years academy" said the pris-
oner, tea and toast in hand
''Did you really notice it?' she said
with pleased surprise. 81 painted it,
and Mr.. Barry bought it. Mr.. Barry
owns all this property"
"Indeedi He must account himself
most fortunate to have SO jealous a
guardian as yourself. Thank you-half
a cup.
Then they talked Of many things-of
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
q mutual enthusiasm, and they enthused
until the sun just dropped behind lofty
Craigavar. and a sudden chill fell upon
the Jailer, and she cried:
my father will be back in a few
minutes, Hadn't you better-esoape?"
"And we were getting on SO we'll,
too, :" said the prisoner, with half sigh.
"Yes-I mean | think you have been
imprisoned long enough" she murmur-
ed.
ooh, nor replied the prisoner gal
lantly.
lyon have-indeed you have. Please,
please go. My father might adjourn, Or
something terrible, and you, with no
body to bail you cut, would have to go
to pris- Oh! I am sure Mrs. Jones, the
constable's wife would never make you
comfortable. Do go! Do go!" she plead
eG, with hands that were cIasped in
pity.
"Bnt how about your duty to Mr.
Barry?" he asked.
Bother Ear. Barryl" she exclaimed.
Then, with gravel flying and the
sound Of much crunching of small
stones. came Major Smith, the agent Of
the Barry estate, and he, seeing them,
pulled up his ponies with great sudden
ness and, leaping to the ground, adj
vanced, crying: ''Ah, my dear fellow,
here you arei I'm delighted to welcome
you to your own house after so long an
absence. | went to the station to meet
you and found your luggage only-if
We don't count message to the effect
that you had got out at Aberavar ana
were walking. Should have been back
long ago if that COMPOUNDED rascal Ra-
ven hadn't stopped me to ask for a re-
duction Of rent-said his roof was fall
ing in. So | went to see it and found,
as usual, it was all nonsense. Edith |
been amusing you, hope?'
81 met Miss Smith in the wood,
and"- explained the traveller.
''She knew you from your photo
graph" Major Smith suggested. Miss
Smith blushed
1.-THE photograph is not in the least
bit like the original. +" she protested
Nobody ever recognizes it as me-"
said the young man unblushingly. SIT |
is said to be a speaking likeness all tho
same -
She rewarded him with a grateful
glance
''People have said to me, - he contin-
ued, 6 Who is that ugly devil on your
wife's escfitoire?' and r.
"Your wife?'
Haven't you heard? I'll tell you all
about it. Oh, it was quite romancel
It's a beast of photograph, don t you
think SO, Miss Smith? ''-TempIe Bar.