The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1900-09-25
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[ aSSandra'S Counting.


There Is no use in warning you Real
". Cassandra. l see Just one chance
for YOU, Just one. I am looking for an
old friend and classmatc, Cecil Byron
Nansttart-"
"What a lovely name" interrupted
Cassandra, :smiling.
"Nansittart is a splendid fellow, but
like most perosons, he has hobbies
or fads.' / suppose you would call
them. For instance, he has passion
for geology, archaeology, and all those
absurd things, but If you can Just Keep
him out of the Glacial Epoch the
Middle Ages or the Renaissance, he's
all right
"Oh. I shouldn't mind that at ALL"
said she.
"And then he's fond of spiders-T
mean he likes 20 study them and their
habits. But you wouldn't mind that,
| of course
"No. l suppose not" This rather du-
| biously and family.
every well; then 1t is settled. When
| hc comes | will bring him around and
| present him. And remember, Cas-
| sandra, that though he has his faults,
| Nansittart is a thoroughly sensible fell
low, and doesn't like any foolishncss.'
Mr.. Morrison soon after took his
leave.
ono warm, bright afternoon, a week
later Jack drove To the station 40
meet Mr.. Nansittart. lie had not
long to wait. The $50 train came in on
time. and n tall young man, slender.
wcll-dressed and carrying small
travelling bag in his hand, alighted.
Had his hat been removed you would
have seen that his hair, which was
parted carefully in the middle" was
growing thin upon his temples; he
wore glasses. and had the pale, In
tellectual look that marks the stu
dent
The opportunity to present Nansit'
tart occurred next day. There was a
small, informal garden party at one
OF the best houses. and Morrison ana
his friend were among the guests. II
was ideal June weather, the air like
wine. the grass like emerald velvet and
the costumes of the ladies, with theiI
dlicat hues, made a carnival of color
most charming to behold.
In her dainty gown of pale rose ba'
! tste and Irish lace, with large hal
laden with American Beauty roses
Cassandra was bewilderngly pretty
| MOlllSOn lnOuSnJ ne Id'l never StNl
her look SO well, and he noted Van
sittart's unfeigned surprise as his
: glance rested up on the piquant face
: before him. The lovely wild rose colo
of the cheeks, the soft dark eyes, will
long lashes and the riotCus tangle o
I chestnut Curls We're irresistible ant
I NanSittart became at once a Willin!
= captive. He scarcely left the side o
the enChantress, and when. the funC
.. ton over, they had rcgained their owl
i apartments, he burst out with:
= Jack Morrison, are you blind tha
b. you cannot see Miss Howard's beauty
Y Why, man alive, she's the lovlies
[ creature the sun ever shsone on"
| Glad you think So was the la
Q comic reply, as Morrison lighted an
S other cigarette.
L Nansttart lost no time in pressin
= his suit. Day after day he bent hi
steps toward the cottage that shel
IL tered the object of his worship. return
ing each time more infatuated, if pos
sible, than before.
e Morrison, in the meantime, ha
i grown morose and thoughtful Will
Vansittart pursued his lOve-makinl
t, the former remained at home with
book, and for an hour or more woul
.e sit without turning a page, his eye
fixed upon some object i'll the distanc
. and his thoughts evidently far ava,
S. Or he would plunge with gun and do