The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1902-01-17
The station master hurried forward

hair as golden as the June sunbaams
touching those hills.
as Mr.. Colcwood, of Grcenvile,
waiting here to ride ont to Mrs
Thurston s?' inquired The fair driver
in a sweet voice, which won lIueh's in
terest at once.
II am here waiting, thank you," re-
turned Hugh for himself, smiling pleas
antly as he came forward on the sta
tion platform.
81 came to drive you to Mrs. Thurs
TONS" she answered, simply.
"Shall l take the reins?' he asked
as they started away.
"No, thank you; like to drive she
answered
at was too bad for you to take so
long drive for stranger" he re-
marked, as he stole a side glance of
admiration at the girlish form in blue.
Cob, l don't mind the distance at
all; besides. | rather had to come"
she replied. II did wish to go
with the young folks who are
having picnic this morning over on
Laurel Hill, but Uncle Jerry was sick,
and of course he couldn't come for you.
Then Mrs. Thurston and Miss Wayne
never drive, so they made virtue of
necessity and sent the last resort of
the place.
at is too bad my coming prevented
you joining the picnickers," he said.
"That's nothing. | am enjoying
myself now tco we'll to think of Laurel
Hill"
Thank You, and at the same time
let me assure you that /, too, am en-
joying myself cxcellently WE'LL" and
Hugh bowed to the young girl, whose
eyes dropped beneath the warm light
of admiration in his blue ones.
II hope you will enjoy your visit,
Mr.. Colewood," she said, to change the
subject. Il know Mrs. Thurston and
Ethel will do all they can to make
your stay pleasant.
"Thanl you; I've no doubt I shall
find it pleasant" returned Hugh. "You,
too. are one of Mrs. Thurston's sum-
mer household, l suppose?'
"Yes," with a smile. "You see, am
a distant relative of Mrs. Thurston; then
Miss Wayne is my cousin, and cxer
cises kind Of cousinly guardianship
over me, which, no doubt, is very
necessary"
$50 you are Miss Waynes cousin?
| do not remember hearing Mr.. Grams
ton mention you. l did not expect to
have the pleasure of meeting any ladies
but Mrs. Thurston and Miss Wayne"
allow unkind of Mr.. Cranston not
toprepare you for this meeting. 1had,
up to date, regarded Mr.. Cranston as
one Of my very best friends, but to ig-
more me so utterly looks like down
right, intentional neglect"
"You have not given Inc the pleas
urc of knowing your name" said Hugh,
both amused and pleased with his pret-
ty driver.
80, I'm Wayne, too.' she answer
cd. ethel Estelle Wayne, variously
nicknamed, as you will observe later
on"
Two Ethel Wayncs! Here was
real surprise for Colewood. Why had
Cranston not mentioned that strange
fact to him? II the Ethel Wayne re-
ferred to in the will was only half as
animated and generally captivating as
the one by his side, Hugh thought it
might be an easy matter after all to
obey that condition that had so vexed
him.
Colewood received q cordial vel
come at Mrs. Thurston' pleasant
home. He found Miss Wayne to be a
tall, dignified girl Of about %, with
coal black hair and deep gray eyes,
but was unlike her little merry-heart-
ed cousin as it was possible to be. Yes,
Hugh decided, she was just such a
woman as his ecentiic aunt would be
likely to select as the wife of her heir.
In the weeks that followed Hugh's
arrival he saw a great deal of Miss
Wayne, although much of her time
was divided between her taste for lit
erature and in demonstrating against
the innocent pranks Of hcr cousin.
1t did not require a long time for
the young man to realize that he could
never love Miss Wayne as the man
should love the girl whom he intends
to marry. He made another import
ant discovery-that his life would be
a failure without the little cousin to
furnish daily sunshine and wifely
cheer for his own home. lie resolved
to let Miss Wayne have one-half of his
aunt's estate and the orphan asylum
the other.
Having so decided, Hugh set out for
a stroll along the river, feeling more
manly for his resolve. lie came sud-
denly upon a little figure in white,
reading, in little winery nook hy the
river side.
"Wait, Estellc,' he called, for she
had started to run away. IL shall leave
tomorrow, and | have something to
say to you which you must hear