Waterbury Democrat., 1901-01-19

ting her to the test before the oth- CTS. But Capt. Wrinkle knew by sight Che did not bother himself with their hames) nearly all of what he jocularly termed "the white trash'' of that sec ton, and he usually addressed them without ceremony or courtesy. For a moment he paused watching Ronald s line, and then he asked
 Are they biting, my man?"
 Ronald felt the hot blood of anger rush to his face and his fingers tight ened on his rod. It was on his tongue to retort sharply, but Evelyn's pres ence helped him control his temper. He made no reply. Capt. Wrinkle curled his mustache with his white fingers; he thought the fisherman had not heard his question.
 II see you have some bait, my good fellow" he said in louder tone. Will you let me have some of your crickets the boy has not come with ours," and the captain tossed a silver coin on the grass near Ronald. There was a pause Ronald was conscious that Evelyn and Mir. Hardy had moved on and thai, Miss Caroline was waiting for Wrinkle. Then our hero picked up the piece of silver and tossed it into the stream, at the same moment he dotfed his hat anC lifted his basket of crickets.
 ''You are welcome to them,'' he said 'I should hate to see ladies lose thei1 sport"
 ''Oh, no, Capt. Winkle!" objected Miss Caroline, do not mind them; we are very much obliged, hear the boy com. ing now.''
 As she turned away and the captain was following her he looked back ano said with q sheer:
 'I think, Miss Hasbrooke, that we'd better go further down the stream; he'll be diving for that money and vii | frighten all the fish" Ronald'S ear had never been so acute; he heard Caroline Hasbrooke's low guarded voice above the rustling of the leaves against her stiff duck skirt You ought not to have noticed him. she said; that's one of old man Fan l shaw's sons: he has taken up the stud } of law, and it seems to have given him the big head.'
 ''You don't tell me- laughed the cap. tain, ''haw, haw!"
 Then the negro boy, carrying a bas ket of crickets, passed at the top of hi: 1 speed. Ronald baited his hook and | flung the line into the stream; his | hands were quivering; he was a1mos1 beside himself with rage. The drone of voices told him that the fishing party had paused about forty yards away. The reflection of the sunlight on the face of the water was 1naddening. This then, was his long dreamed of meeting with Evelyn; she would hear her sis ter's account of what had taken place after she had moved on. Half an hour passed; a fish nibbled at his bait, taking | his line round in circle, but he GiC not notice it. Suddenly there was 8 light step on the grass near him. It was Evelyn Hasbrooke and she came to him with hand outstretched.
 You must pardon me, Mr. Fanshaw,' she faltered. Il did not recognize you under that big hat. l did not know i was you till sister mentioned it jus now''
 He stood up, dropping his hat on thu ground.
 II really did not presume that yo, would care toto renew our slight ac l quaintance," he stammered, red in tn. face.
 l A pained expression passed over he. beautiful features. l ''I can't remember anything I hav done to make you think so i'll of me MT. Fanshaw.'
 She seated herself on the root of |. tree and opened the novel she held ii her hands. He found himself unable tt formulate suitable reply and he drev in his line and put another cricke on his hook.
 ''I am afraid" she said, searching hi face, that Capt. Wrinkle offended yo, just now. l am sorry that guest o our house should fail to treat anyone you especially-with due courtesy, an' am glad you rebuked him as you did.
 "You are very kind, Miss Has brooke"
 My sister is Miss Hasbrooke," sh said, with little laugh. .I am stil little Evelyn, even if have laid m school books away
 Again she had made an unanswer able remark, and silence fell betwee,
 them. He broke it after g moment pause.
 But you have grown; you are'' (h wanted to say more beautiful) ''diffeI ll ent.' j q rr<sume year does change eir sj &ns 1ou ars 11st thu saaaes ls 1tz