News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1901-07-31

as. How lovely! Is he chambermaid
too? | have heard that they are ex-
cellent servants and that they are real
ly preferred TO women in lots of places.
Papa never took me with him on one
of his trips before. but | just wouldn't
let him go without me this time. An
hour ago l would have given the world
to be back again in Kansas City, and
now | wouldn't be anywhere else than
here if / could. What pleasant room
this one is" rising and passing I'M
tremendously through the open win
dow. This is the library? Your son
mentioned it to us, but ! did not sup
pose that anybody had such thing as
a real library in this region"
She began an inspection of the book
shelves, which she continued with YER
bal Improvement Of the bindings until
her eyes rested upon the piano.
"Well, l neverw she declared vehe-
mently. Then, raising her voice, she
called out, "WhO plays upon this-the
Chinese cOOk?'
NO" responded a quiet voice direct
ly behind her. "My father and play
upon it,"
"Why, Mr.. Maxwell! How you star
tied me! l did not hear you come in.
Whoever would have expected to find
a piano here? Why, you are really
quite civilized, are you not?'
She raised her eyes to Isles when
she asked the question, and her eyes
and face were much more perfect than
her manners, for they were exquisite,
but when they encountered the wide
eyed stare with which Lisle was re-
gardlng her her glance sank in confu-
sion, and the red blood suffused her
throat and checks and brow. Then,
because he continued silent and because
she knew that he was still watching
her. she became angry.
zone would think that you never
saw woman beforew she exclaimed.
81 never did was the quiet reply.
"What"
Miss Thomas forgot her confusion
and her anger ut the same instant.
what did you say? Say it again,
please" she exclaimed after a short
pause.
you are the first woman that | ever
saw, Miss Thomas" said Lisle in the
same quiet tone. He was perfectly
self contained. He regarded the beau
tiful creature before him with exactly
the same emotions that he would have
felt if he had been standing before
cage in q mGnagerie, viewing some rare
specimen of capture from equatorial
Africa. He was studying her physique
without approval, mentally rejoiced
that his own in no way resembled it,
That slender waist, which he might
have spanned with his fingers, found
no likeness in his own. That swelling
bust, prominent beneath the tight fit.
ting tailor made waist, appeared to
him like a deformity. The tightly
drawn skirt of brown cashmere SEEM
ed to him as though it would be de-
cided impeachment to walking, and he
realized at once why it's wearer had
declined to mount his horse. Her hair
filled him with wonder. She had
thrown aside her hat, and he saw upon
her head the most remarkable specta-
Gle he had ever witnessed. Miss Thorn
as was justly proud of her hair. She
had often been accused of bleaching it,
but she had the satisfaction of know
ing that it was not only natural, but
that its tint could not be counterfeted
by all the chemicals in the world, and
Lisle studied it in Amusement. He be-
lieved that if it were permitted to fall
10 its full length it would have reached
to the ground, as indeed it would, or
very nearly so. He thought it must be
very heavy to carry around. and he
wondered if she slept with it that way.
While he studied her the anger in
her face died out altogether and gave
place to an expression Of genuine
amusement.
This is the first time" she said
presently. the very first time, in all
my life that | ever posed as a curiosity.
/ rather like it. Go on. | am sorry that
l did not think to provide myself with
q catalogue. Perhaps, though, can as
sist you verbally. What are you look
ing at now-my boots? They're twos,
manufactured by Smith & Brown, Main
street, Kansas City; quality. of the fin
est; shape, the latest; style, unexcep-
tional; finish, superb; handsome and
warranted price, $3.50. What now?
Look at them closely; ! wear fives.
My, how cold your hands are! They're
| like ice. See how warm mine are. oh,
the rings! Did you think they were
eorns? They slip off and on-so. One
| of them-this one-iS an engagement
ring, but l shan't marry the man who
| put it there. How old are you, Mr.
| MaXwell-more than n"
81 am 49," Lisle still kept his eyes
fixed upon her, changing his gaze from
point to point in search Of new sur.
prises and further marvels. He was
mentally comparing her to himself, and
he thought that there were many points
of similarity which he had not at first
discovered; also that they were decid,
edly unlike. To him she was human
paradox.
care you really?" she exclaimed. 81
should have said that you were much
younger. / am IS, too; but, then, you
are only a boy. That accounts for the
difference. Boys don't amount to