The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1903-07-31
Miss Maynard laughs the English.
woman's little laugh Of polite incred.


woman's little laugh Of polite incred.
uIty. 49,.
Yes? Funny thing, isn't it? !. They
are generally Scotch
Luckily Frewin's Indian experience
has not been sufficiently lengthy for
him to appreciate the insult applied.
But when he rides with Rose next
day, the. soft staccato voice jars on
him for the first time, the many tri.
fling ignorances strike him III q new
light, and she quivers Mt his irritable
tone. J- Z. 5 VS.. zz 81
The idyll's ending was swifter than
had been it's beginning. Miss Maynard
was only one of many who, with the
very best intentions-wast here*eyer
yet q woman who did harm without
these same good intentions ?.told
him more or less candidly that it
was simply impossible that he should
think seriously of shat Rowan girl"
His chiefs wife, who had a peculiar
aptitude for managing other peoples
affairs, reasoned with him nrgently;
the owners of the manageable lots,
viewing Frewin as a young man likely
to come on in the service, asked him
to dine; while the lots themselves,
observant that he was quite nice
looking boy, and would probably have
comfortable billet later, firted
with him to degree that simple.
hearted Rose had never. attempted.
The long solitude deux was ended,
and even when it was possible to re-
new it Frewin showed no eagerness
to do so. A place was made for him
in Nara society, by virtue of his
position and it's probabilities, and his
eminently respectable relations. at
home, but there was no room for Miss
Rowan in the same circle.
She missed Frewin, and being young
and foolish did not understand. Out
of the fullness of her loving heartshe
wrote him notes which made him
frown and put on his judicial look
the same look which in later years he
gave subs when he told them that
''this course must be immediately dis
continued"
He wrote replies that were vague
excuses at first, and stifay formal
| denials later.
Rose cried over them, and the
strange pain that had come into life
grew greater with each letter. She
wrote a last appeal, full of loving
foolishness and angelic forgiveness,
and went up to the little Catholic
chapel to petition that the answer
might be as she would have it.
And Frewin wrote back that sowing
| to observation-disclosures over
| which neither of them had any con-
| trol-he had been forced to the con-
| clusion that any more intimate rela-
tons than those of friends would not
be wise for either" etc.
It was a long, semi-official letter,
trying to justify a position of which
even Frewin had the grace to be
ashamed; but the long words and
careful phrasing were lost on a girl
| whose heart was broken.
"By the way, Frewin,' says a man
| at dinner, in the after years when
Frewin is high in the service, and the
former Miss Maynard is presiding
over, his house and name with all the
: chill dignity of which she gave prom
Use, ''who do you think nursed me
when I was in the hospital with ty-
phoid fever last month? That pretty
Rowan girl who used to be at Nara
when you were there. Went into a
convent, and is hospital sister now.
Funny thing for her to do, wasn't il? %
The speakers tone is light. 4 The
matter is only dinner table topic
to him.
But Frewin responds, "Yese1.
should think So" so absently, his eyes
looking back on life's yesterday for
a moment, that his wife tells the kit
mayer rather sharply that the burra
sahib is wanting champagne.-Black
and White,