The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1903-12-23

tantalizing that lie understood in
stinctively why she was reviving a
topic once abandoned. His confusion
was increased. Her uncle and aunt
were regarding him calmly-expectant-
ly, he imagined.
"I-I have no ambition to be n novel
writer" he said, $50 1 have not made a
study OF heroines."
"But you would have an ideal" she
persisted.
"Pm sure II don't-that Is, she
would not necessarily be q heroine. I'm
less, Of course, 1t would require hero
ism to pose as an ideal for such a
pFosaic fellow us l."
ITO begin with, you would call her
Olarabel Montrose OIL something equal
ly as impossible. You know the name
of a heroine in II novel must be eu-
p%honious. That is on eXactng rule" 1t
was an open t9unt, and he could see
THAT she was enjoying his discontinue.
1t aroused his indignation and his wits.
II would first give my hero n distn-
guisbed name. No matter what the
hcroine's name might be, pretty or 9th
erwise, L could easily change it to his
In the last chapter" She flushed be-
meath his now bright, keen eyes and
the ready though unexpected retort.
Uncle Caspar placed his napkin to his
lips and coughed. Aunt Yvonne studi-
ously inspected her bill Of fare. mo
matter what you call a rose, 1t is al
ways sweet" he added mcaningly.
At this she laughed good naturally.
He marvefed at her white teeth and
red lips. A rose, after all. Guggen-
slocker, rose; rose, not Guggenslocker.
No, no! A rose only! He fancied he
caught q sly look Of triumph In her
uncle's swift glance toward her. But
Uncle Caspar was not n rose. He was
Guggenslocker. Observation-Disclosures
er! Still he did not look the part; no,
indeed. That extraordinary man n
butcher, a gardener, a-and Aunt
Y%vonne? Yet they were Guggenslock-
ers.
Here is the waiter" the girl OBJ
served to his relief. III nm famished
after my pleasant drive. 1t was 80
bracing, was 1t not, Mr.. Grenfall Lor-
ry2"
"Give ME a mountain ride always as
an appetizer" he said obligingly, and
so ended the jest about n 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 r%efrained, however,
unwilling to cmbarrass her.
aunt Yvonnc tells me she never ex-
pected to see me alive after the station
agent telegraphcd that we were coE1.
The agent at P a V 1t is a danger
u road, Mt the very edge of the noun
tain. He also increased the composure
of my uncle and aunt by telling them
that a wagon rolled Off yesterday, kill
ing n man, two women and two horses.
Dear Aunt Yvonne, how troubled you
must have becn!"
I'll confess there We're tipes when 1
thought we We're rolling down the
mountain" said Lorry, with a relieved
shake Of h head.
Sometimes / thought we were soar
ing through space whether upward or
downward 1 could not tell. We never
failed to come to earth, though, did
WEI" she laughingly asked.
"Emphatically! Earth and O little
grief" he said, putting his hand to his
head.
docs it pain your she asked quick
ly.
Not In the least. 1 Yves merely feel
Ing to see If the cut were still there.
Mr.-Mr. Guggensiocker, did the con-
ductor object to holding the train?" he
asked, remembering what the conduc-
tor had told him Of the old gentleman's
actions.
"At first, but 1 soon convinced him
that 1T should be held" said the other
quietly.
my husband spoke very harshIy to
the poor man." added Aunt Yyonne.
"But 1 am afraid, Caspar, he did not
understand a word you said. You were
very much excited" The sweet old
lady's attempts at English were much
more laborious than her husbands.
IF he did not understand my Eng
Hsh he was very good Mt guessing"
said her husband grimly.
"Ho told M you had threatened to
call him out" venturcd the young man.
Call him out? Ach, n railroad con-
ductor" exclaimed Uncle Caspar in
fine scorn.
"Caspar, 1 heard you say that you
would call him out" interposed his
wife, with reproving eyes.
Zach, God! / have made n mistake!
I see it all! 1t was the other word /
m~eant-down, not outl I intended to
call him down, as you Americans say. I
hope he will not think / challenged
him." He vas very much perturbed.
II think he was afraid you would"
said Lorry.
"He should have no fear. / could not
meet n railroad conductor. Will you
please tell him I could not so conde-
scend. Besides, dueling is murder In
your country, I am told"
ut usually is, sir. Much more so than
In Europe The others looked at him
in%quirlngly. II mean that In America
when two men pull their revolvers and
go to shooting Mt each other some one
is autobiography both. In Europe,
as l understand 1t, Il scratch with a
sword ends the combat"
you have been misinformed," ex-
claimed Uncle Caspar, his eyebrows
elevated.
why, Uncle Caspar has fought more
duels than he can count" cried the girl
proudly.