The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1903-06-10
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He could feel the dank sweat Of disap-
pointment starting on his brow. \
butcher-a beer maker-a cobbler-a
gardener-all synonyms Of Guggen-
slocker. A sausage manufacturers
niece-Niss Guggenslocker! BE tried
to glance unconcernedly at her as he
took Up his napkin, but his eyes way
cred Leipiessly. She was looking Sc
renely at him, yet he fancied he saw
shadow CT mockery in her blue eyes.
.'If you we're novel writer, Mr.. Lor-
ry, what manner of heroine would you
choose?" she asked, with q smile so
tantalizing that he understood in
stinctiyely why she was reviving
topic once abandoned. His confusion
was increased. Her uncle and aunt
were regarding him calmly-expectant-
[ ly, he imagined.
IL have no ambition to be novel
writer" he said, $50 have not made
study of heroines."
But you would have an IDEAL" she
persisted.
I'm sure IL don't-that is, she
would not necessarily be heroine. Tn
less, of course, it would require hero
ism to pose as an ideal for such q
prosaic fellow as I.
''To begin with, you would call her
Ciarabel Montrose or something equal
| IL as impossible. You knew the name
of q heroine in a novel must be Gu
phonious. That is an cNacting rule 1t
was an open taunt, and he could see
that she was enjoying his discontinue.
1t aroused bis indignation and his Wits
Il would first give my hero 4 dlstln-
cuished name No matter what the
heroine's name might be. pretty OF 9th
erwise, could easily change it to Ills
in the last chapter" She flushed be-
Meath his now bright keen eyes and
the ready though unexpected rctort.
Uncle Caspar placed his napkin to his
lips and .oushed. Aunt Yvonne studi-
ously inspected her bill Of fare. NO
matter what you call {: rose, it is al
ways sweet" he added meaninglE.
at this she laughed god naturedly
He marveled at her White teeth and
| red lips. \ rose, after all. GugSen-
slocker, rose; rose, not GugGenslocker.
No, No! 4 rose only! He fancied he
caught q sly look Of triumph III her
uncIe-s swift glance toward her. But
Cnc!e Caspar was not rose. lie was
Gugcenslocker. Guggerslocker-but
| er. Still he did not look the part; no,
indeed. That extraordinary man q
butcher, a gardener, a-and Aunt
Yvonne? Yet they were Guggcnslock-
erS.
Here is the waiter the girl OBJ
served to his relief. L am famished
after my pleasant drive It was so
bracing. was it not, Mr.. Grenfall Lor-
ry:'
Give ne mountain ride always as
an appetizer he said obliginGly, and
so ended the jest about q name.
The orders for the dinner were given,
and the quartet sat back in their chairs
to await the coming Of the soup. Gren-
fall was still wondering how she had
learned his name, and was on the
|
point of asking several times during
the conventional discussion of the
weather, the train and the mountains.
He CONSIDERABLY refrained, however,
unwilling to enbarrass her.
Aunt Yvonne tells ne she never eX-
pected to see me alive after the station
agent teleSraphcd that we We're COM
ing overland in that awful cid carriage.
The agent at P says it is 4 danger
Gus road, at the very edge Of the noun
tain. He also increased the composure
of my uncle and aunt by telling them
that wagon rolled off yesterday, kill
! inc man, two women and two horses.
Dear Aunt Yvonne, how troubled you
must have been!!"
'I'll confess there We're times when !