Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1903-05-21
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I'm sure II don't-that is. she
would not necessarily be heroine. Tn
less. of course it would require hero
ism to pose as an ideul for such a
proSaic fellow as T.
"To begin with, you would call hcr
Clarabel Montrosc or something equal
ly as impossible. You know the name
of heroine in novel must be eu-
phonious. That is an cXacting rule" 1t
was an open taunt, and he could see
that she was enjoying his discontinue.
1t aroused his Indignation and his wits.
81 would first give my hero ii distin-
g,IShed name. No matter what the
hcroine's name might be. pretty or 9TH
erwise. | could easily change it to his
in the last chapter" She flushed be-
meath his now bright keen eyes and
tho ready though unexpected ratort.
Uncle taspar placed his napkin to his
lips and coughed. Aunt Ivonnc studi-
ously inspected her bill of fare. 40
matter what you call Il rose. it is al
ways sweet" he added mcaningly.
At this she laughed good naturally.
red lips. \ rose. after all. Guggen-
slockcr, rose: rose. not GuggcnSlockcr.
No, no. A rose only, He fancied he
caught sly look of triumph in her
uncle's swift glance toward her. But
Uncle CaSpar was not rose. He was
Gucgcnsloclicr. Guggcnslockcr- butch
or. Still he did not look the part; no,
indeed. That extraordinary man Il
butcher. gardener, a-and Aunt
Yvonnc! Yet they were Gugsensloci-
ers.
Here is the waiter" the girl OBJ
served to his relief. Il am furnished
after my pleasant drive. 1t was SO
bracins, was it not. Mr.. Grenfal Lor-
ry:'
Give me- a mountain ride always as
an appetizer" he said obli@ingly, and
50 ended the jest about Il 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 rcfrained, however
unwilling to cmbarrasS her
aunt Yvonnc tells me she never ex
pected to see me alive after the station
agent tclcgraphcd that we We're com.
ing overland in that awful old carriage
The agent at P says it is danger
Gus road. ut the very edge of the noun
tain. He also increased the compoSure
of my uncle and aunt by telling then
that a wagon rolled off yesterday, Kill
ing man. two women and two horses
Dear Aunt Ivonne, how troubled you
must have BEEN"
III confess there were times when
thought we We're rolling down the
mountain said Lorry, with a relieved
shake of the head.
sometimes | thought we We're soar
ing through space. whether upward OF
downward | could not tell. We never
failed to come to earth, though, die
wcf" she lhughngly asked.
"Emphatically Earth and little
grief" he said, putting his hand to his
head.
DoeS II pam YOU sue asheu QUICK
~
Not IN the least was merely feel
ing TO see if the cut were still there
Mr.-Mr. 6ugGenSlocker, dlu the con
ductor OBJECT To holding the tram: nc
asked remembering What the cohduc
tor mad told nm oil the oId gentleman
actions,
AT iirst, but l soon convinced mn
that II should De held' SAID the othel
/ quietiF'
My husband spoke very harshly tf
the poor man. added Aunt Avonne
"but l am afraid, Caspar, ne dld no
understand WORD you SAID lou were
very murh eXclted. Inc sweet oll
lady's attempts ut English were muci
more laborlous than her husbands
IF he did not understand my Eng
liSh he was very good at guessing
/ said her husband grlnly-
lie told me you mad threatened u
call him out, Nentured the young man
"Call him outE Ach, railroad con
ductor' exclaimed Uncle Caspar II
1ne scorn,
"Caspar, l heard you say that YOU
would call him out interposed Ill