The Houma courier. (Houma, La.) 1878-1939, 1900-05-19

h any girl / ever heard Of"
say she is queer said Mrs.
be burst out. 'WeIl, yes,
IS, but 1 wish there were
girls like her. Is she rich,
not, Arthur"
qclyl"
ol he She win have to work, and |
Sic su to make her mark, and it |
s ~ one. Mother, think"
nu called Stella, outside, IF |
through eating, we girls |
ud dlze to have you drive us to the
sday Arthur's leave would ex-
sad So it was arranged that on
naa there should be picnic. It
thUs idea.
n8t2H he asked. ''It's mere
na b suppose that you can't
M picnic cnly in summer. What's
d matter with taking the big sleigh.
ioaan lrp with picnic grub, includ-
Hg ber blankets, in case we want
clns time generality"
~ was Unanimously voted that there
was nothing the matter with it," and
"a Monday morning the picnic sleigh
ingled on
1lyra WIS there, even more quiet
than asuali and her only response to
the general chatter was grave smile
What an old grandmother she isl"
whispered Nellie Campbell to Jennie
ataRe and Jennie nodded vigorous
believe she has some dreadful all
whispered Patty Harper, in her
tprn and wouldn't be surprised to
See her drop at any moment"
PoaliY said Stella, contemptuOus-
lE only Myra's way"
Meanwhile the object of these re-
mar quietly on the box-seat with
huf. and said never a word.
said Arthur, at length, ''why
1o You talkg'
because 7 have nothing to say" re-
pe yra TRANQUILITY. Besides, am
pionie2'
smiled
hing more important than
pic Have you ever been JIM Cairo2"
looked a her in amazement.
ancar eirlll lie exclaimed,
know ain, she saias ellieAlyf
"but that is not answering my ques-
tion. We're you ever in Cairo?"
twice,
'tDo you know where the British con-
sui general has his Officer
"Qmte well. But what in the
world -"
Patience! Is there large brick
warehouse directly opposite, owned by
an English firm, where ivory, ostrich
feathers and spices are stOred?"
'By Jove, there isl" CALCULATED Ar
thur, in increasing amazement. 81 re-
member it quite well, it is such an old
building But I say"
Zone more question" interrupted
Myra, for the first time betraying some
excitement. "Do you remember the
Englishman's name?'
''Let me see, reflected Arthur. 81
have heard it often enough. 1t is Gold
-Garden-no, Gar-yesl Garland!
Why, that's your name, isn't it?"
eyes" answered Myra, with another
smile. "The Cairo Garland was my
uncle. He is dead, and am going to
Egypt next month to straighten out
his affairs. 1 hear they are dreadfully
tangled"
Arthur nearly let the lines fall:
"You are going to Egypt" he repeat
ed, mechanically. ''Do you know any
thing about Egypt?"
''Not so much as expect to," j" replied
Myra.
And before Arthur could tell hel
what he thought of a 17-year-Old giF
going half round the world to settl,
;; anybody's affairs, Stella called out:
! Arthur, how long is it going to tak'
to find picnic ground" ?"
"We won't go foot further" saiC
Arthur, refining up. "We are eigh
miles from home now, and it looks lik,
snow"
= LET it snowl" cried the girls, reck
lessly.
J Then they swept a clear space, sprea'
out the eatables, and began to eat righ
away, as picnic folks always do, whil
}, Arthur blanketed the horses.
/ But this picnic was just like ever,
other picnic. Not being in summer, i
: couldn't rain; so it showed, and afte
+ Drawing it out until they looked lil1
snow images, it was decided to scurr,
h home.
Then the usual accident occurred
i but somewhat more serious than usua
y One of the horses kicked Arthur on tn
= knee as he was hitching him, and h
r sank down in heap, with cry of pair
At this there was a great uproar, an
r the horse. highly alarmed Shove
signs of Iashing out again, in whic
4 case Arthur would have been braineC
/, when Myra stepped forward quietI
3 but quickly, and led the horse out c
d reach.
"Are you able to stand?" she aske'
S. gently.
u "Just about" replied Arthur, tryin
+o choke off groan. "I think som
+. small bones must be fractured. Ca
4 - Al L.