Daily Kennebec journal., 1901-08-31

anu those fascinating stories IN,
buh'as. Tales of jolly old France.
iouhu tnem in Grandma Weymouth's <
tofary. She must have been a great
re"uer sometime. l am crazy to read
thcm IN the French. What are Won
reading. Bessie?"
What, me? oh, I am reading .
charming story in The Golden Cask.t
Diu you ever read the Golden Casket >
1 NO II Is birthday book that nv
iathcr bought when he was in Port
iahd. No. ! don't know who wrote
thc stories All lovely. anyway" And
BESSIE stopped short. for she saw that
flerrc was laughing at her From his
pabyhood old Grandma Weymouth
had directed his reading. and he had
1 really read everything in the ncishbor
Z nood. lie had even worried his moth
ttr dreadtully by insisting on reading
:SHlc Bible that the Methodist minister
! ffcin Pennington had given him with
}SM expressed hope that il would turn
knnn from his dreadful popishncss. He
sfStsid laughed at the minister. but had
s,faken the Good Book with noIitn
SIpanks. and had read it through from
sDeEinninS to end. He failed to find
anythinS III it that went against the
Iafth that bis sweet little Canadian
i nothci' had taught him. and il made
4 even more "f Il Catholic Of him than
he had been before.
hyd guess that You do not read very
4shnch Bessie he vcnturcd.
Y ssss'"sNVell. you So | don't have time to
ss4sbaNe so many social call:; to make
1 Y3eu know am in society" This in
Pierre remembered what he know
F-about some of the society people of
f. the village and the county seat and
laughed again. Bessie looked IN
quickly, and seeing the amused look
in her sweethearts eyes. was offended
You needn't laugh. Pierre, you don't
much about society"
And don't want to- he replied as
he threw his home made fly into the
brook.
Bessie rose pale and dignified and
swept his a deep courtesy.
We'll. Mister Croteau if YOU are
going To insult me. I will not stay here
| think you are about the most i'm
pertinent little boy that | know.
must so back to the village, and dress
for the party this afternoon. | am
pretty sure there will be some real
gentlemen there who will know how
to treat lady. Good day to YOU,
! Sir-e-ee.
And in minute she had gathered up
her skirts and was wading off through
the buttercups and white weed toward
the road
Pierre watched her. wanting to call
her back and kiss the dimples into her
cheeks, but too angry and proud to
i-open his mouth. And so the first
lovers quarrel began.
After she was gone he was sorry.
and winding up his tishlne started off
To walk himself into Il more comfort
able state. He walked and walked. all
the time thinking about how BESSIE
was probably forgetting him in the
glory of her social triumph at the
party. on and on he went as the af-
ternoon passed slowly away, and at
last found himself among the hills of
Hebron. over beyond the great crest
of Stredked Mountain lifted itself into
the sky. and already the shadows
were deep on its eastern slope. AS
the moon came up that night he plod
ded down the western side of old
Singepole. and the lights were twink
ling from the picturesque little village
of Paris Hill. Half way up the hill
, from the cape" as the settlement OF
South Paris was called. he came to a
graveyard beside the road. He stop
ped to look INTO it, and to wish that he
, might sleep there, and that of course
Bessie Dopefield who had scorned him
, could happen along and find his name
on Il grave stone and break her heart
over the discovery that ne died of un-
requited love.
But suddenly something else attract
I'd his attention. There WAS something
alive IN the yard He was not at al
< Superstitious and crouched close 1,
the wall to see what was breaking tho
, bushes. At last the moon came out
from behind Il cloud. and he SAN thai
I a horse was htchcd to a tree in th,
cemetery. Assuring himself there was
. no one els" about. he crept over t.
| look the horse over. When he reached
l the creatures side he started witt
I surprise.
9 1t was smuggIer Nell. the handsom,
mare belonging to Fatfoot OBri"r
=. and driven only the night before by
, Madgo the outlaw S vivacious daughter
< The discovery startled him 1t was
l twenty-five miles from there to tn
lonely road where he had seen MadS'
and her SmugElerS.
! What could she be doing in Oxfor'
! county? He wondered if she carric'
= on "A business in every western coun
| ty in Maine.
l In the meantime Madge, the owne
L of the mare. was up in the village OF
: the hill passing through some eXpcr
fences.
II CHAPTER TWELVE.
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