Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1903-01-08
Rates dress was brown linen,

scrupulously neat, with white collar
at the throat; but it was just such o
dress as any poor person might wear.
But for all that, and the fact that she
was picking berries. Julia began to
fear that she might be some rich girl
who had taken the within to spend the
summer in disguise.
She certainly looked, spoke and act
ed like lady. and Julia now began to
be conscious that she herself had GER
tainly not spoke and acted like one.
But she would not have cared if she
had not suspected that her companion
was other than she had thought at
first. =
Ralph Caryl, in spite of his crimes,
possessed good deal more of what is
known as good breeding than did his
sister.
With her new suspicious. Julia
thought it might be we'll to begin to be
civil, and she said:
II fear l have not been courteous;
but l was so alarmed that l hardly
know whatl did say. hope you will
pardon me:''
PRAY don't speak of it," was the pc.
lite response, but spoken rather coldly.
You have been very kind. l hardly
know what should have done without
your assistance" went on Julia, still
more cordially; for she began to be
fully convinced that this must be
girl of wealth and social Importance.
II beg you not to talk thus" said
Kate. II did very little. am sorry
you should have met with such an &C.
cident Your hand will be painful for
several days, fear
Julia did not speak directly; she was
occupied in looking for letter she
had missed from her pocket; and Kate
took up the scarlet shawl and waited
to throw it over the shoulders where it
belonged.
You will not~ wear scarlet again
without thinking of your mishap here"
she said. as she arranged the drapery.
And the thought will bring to mind
my gratitude. said Julia, now speak
ing in her softest tone and with her
most winning manner. "May l not
know to whom am indebted?"
Certainly. am Kate Purcell"
And again Kate thought it was curl
Gus that she should be always telling
people her name
"AA" Aiu Aoe ioPis NY giving ASI
own name-something prevented her
but she held out her hand, saying,
with great apparent cordiality:
Il am almost tempted to be glad of
the accident which has made you
known to me. l am stopping at Mrs
Blanchards, on the hill near the beach,
and hope to see you again"
Kate reciprccated that hope; though
she could not do it very sincerely, for
she was certain there was nothing in
common between the two.
DO you know the way down?" she
fastened to ask
Il am not sure; but can find it if
you direct me-
Go in that direction" pointing,
land in few minutes you will come
to path, which you will but have to
follow down the hill"
After few more words, inter-
spersed with thanks. Julia left and be-
gan the descent. glad to be alone to
compose her thoughts.
so that is Kate Purcell?" she solil-
oquized s'Well. hate her! l should
have hated her anyway, but more espe-
clally as she saw me in that absurd
predicament. l suppose must have
said some very rude things; but the
amusement on her face. when she first
saw me, made me frantic with rage
No; won't forgive her for that; and
III pay her off one of these days! So
she doesn't care for Dick Burt? Well,
she shall have the satisfaction of soon
learning that he doesn't care for her
any more. l only wish there was a
h0, CHI a = Ia
be such pleasure to get her away from
him, and l think l could do it. Let us
hope there'll be chance. Yes, hate
her horribly! It. be good enough for
her to get to be my brothers wife.
wonder if he is smitten with her? He
didn't say anything about it. He
might, at least, have described her,
and l shouldn't have so demeaned N.Y.
self as to have been rude to her-and
then to have to apologize. Oh, will
pay her off! If nothing else was the
matter. she's too nearly beautiful for
me not 20 dislike her-and her clear
eyes have way of seeing right
through anyone; they look as if they
could detect deceit by glance. But.
of course. they can't-that's all folly!
If they did, my brother would have a
poor chance
Thus thinking, Julia Caryl hurried
down the hill and to Mrs. Blanchard's.
To the inquiries she met there, as to
what had happened to her hand, she
merely replied that she had torn the
flesh with thorn.
AS for Kate Purcell, she went on
picking berries, her heart much less
light than it had been before she had
seen Julia. But she tried to put the
thought of the woman from her. She
should probably never see the stran-
ger dozen times in her life;
She thought it very odd that such
a woman should choose to stay at Mrs.
Blanchard's. And then she resolutely
thought of something else.
When she reached the road, Julia
Caryl met Dick Burt slowly sauntering
along with his hands in his pockets.
His stolid way of taking her presence
piqued Julia more than anything he
could have done. She passed him with
frigid bow. having her own notion OF
the way she was to pursue with him
"Cold, stuck-up thing!" was his
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