The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1900-04-19

'ast ut..l. luu iurprt captain
Ruthvcu thdtwe have danced together
-four timcs'
81 have not forgotten those four
Dances was the quick reply. "nnd
never shall. This Is the plcasantcSt
party | have ever attended. If you
viii not give me the last dance, Miss
Brooke. at least you viii allow me to
see You homer
Sarah would be quite Jealous If
did" said May, with a bright smile.
"Who is SarnhI' asked the captain.
"My aunts maid She invariably
brings me to parties ana fctchcs me
home We are primitive people at
Upton. We have no cabs or car
riagcs"
81 will manage SARAH" replied Cap
tain iuthycn, with a smile; but in any
case ! must see you home"
He watched her almost iealously as
she danced "Sir Roger de Coverlcy'
with DR.. Brent. After that there was
n great hustle. The pretty white
dresses were all tucked up. ShaWls
and cloaks covered the pretty girlish
figures. When the hall door was
opened there was Il great laugh, for
the sun had risen and seemed TO re
proach them for turning night into
day.
81 did not think it was so late. or
rather so early" said Or. Brent, MS he
shook hands with his cheerful hostess,
who showed no signs Of fatigue. 81
am ashamed of myself"
"Ncvcr mind, doctor" was the
laughing reply; eve misbchavc our
selves only once i'm the year"
The dew lay heavy upon the flowers
aud hedges; the cool morning air was
laden with perfume. The captain
had in some mysterious way paciilcd
Sarah, and he had May Brooke by his
side. AS they passed out of the gar
den gate, he gathered Il spray of haw-
thorn that hung over it and gave it
to her.
"That is such n favorite of mine"
he said. "The very word hawthorn
acts like Il charm upon me. ON scorch-
ing hot days in India | used to say it
to myself; and you would smile if you
knew what Il vision of cool. green.
. shady lanes and English wild flowers
growing under the shadows Of tall
trees IT always brought to my mind"
81 should not laugh" was the reply
"for have II stock of what | call song
words, that is, words, the very utter
ance of which brings series of pie
lures vividly TO my mind Strange
TO say, 'haWhorn' is one: the very
breath of spring, the fragrance of
flowers is in it,
81 should like to hear all the others"
said the captain, interested i'm this
strange girl, so unlike the common
type Of young ladies he had known.
During the walk through the green
fields, where a little brook was rip
pling its morning song,and some Mar
gucrlteS on Il bank near at hand had
their eyes wide open, Captain Ruthven
had time and leisure to study better
the nature of the young girl by his
side.
Don't tirt with May Brooke" DIR.
Brent had said to him when he saw
that ne was about to escort her homc
and the words came into his mind
when they both stood by the brook
side listening TO the ripple of the wa
tcrs. The light Of the morning sky
fell upon the beautiful face. and he
read the thoughts that passed through
his companions mind as clearly as he
read his own. Although she was talk
ing to him and listening to his words
her heart was far away. 1t was lost
in the beauty and glory of the summer
morning.
"Flrt with such girl as that" said
the captain TO himself. ut is simply
absurd. one might love her with the
truest, deepest love of lifetime. but
Frank must be mad not to know the
difference between n girl like this and
the Misses ScWell for instance.
No iesting words about his lost ring
passed the young mans lips, no nirt-
ing foolish speeches, no dattering
compliments. The modest grace that
charmed him so much clothed her like
garment He treated her with more
revcntial devotion than he would have
shown to II crowned queen.
So through the green meadows they
went, the sun, the flowers, the ripping
brook, all telling their own story; and
the captain walked that morning
straight into an unknown land, one
full of beauty and charm-a land
where he was to suffer much, but in
which he was to find the blessing and
crown of his life.