The Cooperstown courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., N.D.) 1902-1913, 1903-10-29
smiling brilliantly and nodding gayly

smiling brilliantly and nodding gayly
to Harold sss, III no
Turning, she gave some directions
to groom, who sprang down and went
In search Of q basket Of fruit, while
Harold, following the sl0W-movine
crowd, came forward.
Aunt 10 had failed to mention in her
letter that her niece whose name
Harold could not recall Just then, he
was 80 astonished-was . very beaut-
full girl.
OF course he remembered her % q
thin child with large gray eyes, . mass
Of auburn hair, q strange grace Of
movement and, yes, she certainly had,
in earlier years, . large mouth-of
that he was positive. ;
"It's wonderful how girls change y
Harold thought. looking ct the face
beside him when no had gotten In, and
she wheeled the horses, IN rather .
reckless fashion, and started of ct q
brisk trot, and while they exchanged
remarks as to his aunt's health and
other matters.
''Of course you don't remember me. %
she said finally. pulling up to cross
over heavy bit Of sand to reach the
beach.
"Of course you are wrong" he an
swered, promptly. II remember you
perfectly. You were an awful little
spitdre. You bit me once because you
thought I had tied something to your
cats tail. Are you as impulsive as you
used to be? Did you ind out that It
was Tom and not who committed
that erime?"
Eyes. and I nearly cried my eyes ont.
I spent day and . night screwing
up my courage to run and tell you how
sorry was. and when I went down
stairs found you had gone OF to col
lege., But, still don't believe you re-
membered was in existence until
called to you. Now confess"
you'll drive into that peramb,lator
If you don't take care" Harold said,
automatically, which diverted atten-
ton.
That was their first drive. But many
others followed.
Also various and many strolls far
up to the end Of the island in the even
ing, when the heavens were dotted
with stars, when the surf rolled up,
singing its sweet, monotonous song to
the beach, and the lights Of the har-
Dor threw out their steadfast glow, and
some incoming or outgoing big ocean
liner churned by in the channel, Ill
ablaze with lights.
And now that the summer was draw
ing to q close, the days and hours must
have slipped very swiftly by, it seemed
to Harold. XII
Valerie, little Val. How could he
ever have forgotten her name?
It seemed to Harold, as he sat swing
ing lightly in his Aunt JOS white ham
mock, made by the Indians out Of the
silken 1ibers Of the pitre, that ''val''
was name of unspeakable fascina-
lions, adorable and with q charm be-
yond description! Like its owner,
whom he was waiting for.
Leaning down to strike q match on
the flooring Of the porch to light his
cigarette. letter slipped out and fell
from his pocket.
Harold frowned as he picked it up
and put 1t back.
It was postmarked Paris. and as
Harold knew, It's writer was waiting
for an answer. Pc 4
Z When q woman ia engaged to q man.
even IL she has no silly infatuation
about him, and does not by any means
believe that everything of value in
life revolyes around him, and aven
when his social importance and hand
some bank account have been strong
factors in the matter, still when she
writes clever, chatty letter with Just
the right amount of sentiment IN 1t,
she expects an answer.
Particularly so IL she is inclined to
be jealous and knows that her fiance
Is living under q roof which shelters
besides himself q young woman about
whom he says very little in his letters.
II don't see why you delay coming
over" the letter read. "Can you not
hurry those tiresome lawyers?, I have
so many charming plans waiting for
you.
"And to get. rid of these terrible
modistes and gown-makers oh. t. you
men could realize the exactions and
terrors Of q 'troussean' you would be
more patient and give us a year Of two
Of latitude. I have a fascinating idea.
IL 1--WE will run away from dear old
Paris, and for two weeks we will ram
.bleeabout Rome: chaperoned by Cecilly
Travers, bien entendre. 4
you can then give full rein, to all
those absurd poetical fancies and senti-
mental proclivities I always feel 1t
necessary to curb. my dear boy. Just
fancy Rome during this delightful
weather!
You must be terribly weary Of your
annt'sS nerves. and the monotoey sot
nearly three months Of the seashore.
Three months! How pity you! How
have you survived such San inAiction!
You have over there i distant cousin,
I believe. your aunt's adopted, who
ought to be. Of some use to vary the