The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1901-03-19

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summer with her at the Abbotts' coun
try place in Twyeffort-b -the-Sea. ut
promises to be a jolly season, and, you
know, it will give Llama nice little
foretaste," she had argued sagely. So,
accompanied by Annals maid. they set
off for Twyeffort, whence the family
had gone some weeks in advance.
They had something like two hours
to travel and compartment quite to
themselves. The maid put her feet up
comfortably and dozed at intervals.
Anna was in high spirits. At last she
had dear Llama quite to herself. Llama
took her SO thoroughly in earnest,
which her other friends did not; she
sympathized so fully and, above all, SO
quietly, making just the fun of her
that was essential to prevent her
brooding. Then she had the most orig
inal ideas about everything from the
arrangement of a ribbon upward. Yes,
decidedly. she was dear!
1.-THE Maitlands have been in Twyef-
fort for the last fortnight Anna be-
gan tentatively. She held out box Of
chocolate mint.
u have been thinking IT," said Llama
IL her pretthy deliberate English
"Why, you witch? And how?"
Llama shrugged her shoulders slight
ly and reached for another chocolate
mint
"Why and how?"
well, then, you have been so-walll-
ing in the air!'' She glanced at her
companion merrily from beneath her
long lashes.
Tease! Anyhow you're going to find
Margaret quite your style of girl. You
will like Charles, too-for my sake at
least?"
"Of course" replied Llama demurely
as nun. The Maitlands had been
spending their summers at Twyeffort
for several years and We're neighbors
to the Abbotts. BY her own account
Anna was deeply in love with Charles
the only son.
"OSl, look here, exclaimed Anna, sit
ting bolt upright with an energy that
split the chocolates and nearly woke
the maid. THE greatest fun in the
world would be to have you lose your
heart to that wonderful parsonage they
have up there!'
NO doubt" Llama leaned back
against the cushioned seat and laugh
ed softly for d whole minute. But
what wonderful parsonage, goosiey'
"Oh, a painter or something. He's
up with Charles for month OF So
They We're chums in Paris, 1 believe.
p,rf fbn x1,hn I
like him. This is what Margaret says
in letter | got yesterday" Anna
hunted in her pocket and pulled out an
envelope. 81 kept it on purpose to
read to YOU she explained. Then she
found the place she wanted.
M. Peyrac is a man of surprising
beauty, and he has the face of an an
gel, but he's impossible. He remem-
bers my existence every now and then
and comes up to me with his cleaning
eyes. He has eyes that make you
think a declaration at the very least is
coming. Instead of that this is what
one gets: Have you bathed this morn
ing, mademoiselle? l did not see you
in the water Not very consoline
when you happened to be in the water
under his nose all the time. The tirs1
thing you venture to say that is moi
monosyllabic off goes his attention
his eyes rowing in every direction bu
yours"
The girls looked out Of the car win
dow and laughed. They We're merr,
that morning.
Twyeffort was pretty place, uniting
the advantages of seaside and country
The AbbottS' home was built facin,
the sea, with it's garden sloping il
three wide terraces toward the beach
Back Of the house and behind tn
winding white road that led to the lit
tie station there were green and shad,
walks. Charles and Margaret Matt
and had driven to meet Anna and he
friend.
Secretly Llama was disappointed il
the nine days wonder she had hear
SO much about. But she liked Marga
ret the moment she saw her She dc
cided there was a soul behind he
dark. purple eyes and perhaps a trifi
Of sadness mingled with the sweetness
OF the unWorldly mouth, as of one VIII
yearned oyermuch.
Llama went about for the first fe,
days admiringly. The bowlder dow
on the beach was such mighty one
That shadowy nook, further dow
formed by the rocky overhang, wa
such fine place to read in of war;
day! That spot in the woods whel
the overbranching was so heavy, lea
ing no more sky at your head than {
your feet, was just like tiny chape
But the discovery that brought hi
most Joy, touched, it may be, with
shade Of pain, was fine old magnol
tree.
The second evening after their a
rival Charles fetched his artist frier
over to call. He was, indeed, as Ma
garet had described him, a man with
face Of surprising beauty, clean Gu
even profile, a clear, open air compile
lon, frank, innocent eyes and waviI
hair of the palest Saxon yello,