The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1904-12-31

Of feecy pearl, over the line Of the
little alder-fringed river; and the train
from New York. after minutes
stop. flung out its black banner OF
smoke, and glided swiftly on. gradu
ally accelerating its speed, as il
moved out of sight.
Only two passengers for Cruxbor
ough. It was no fashionable summer
ing place like Saratoga, Cape May
or even Clifton Springs. but there
were few evenings when there were
not at least half a dozen to spring
from the platform of the New York
cars.
Tonight, however, two only were
visible-two who stood staring at each
other with a sort of unwilling recog-
aition.
ITS never you, Fitzroy| said one,
n a pearl-colored summer suit, with
an expensive Panama hat and gloves
Of the palest primrose tint.
Bless me, Symington, who expect
ed to see you here, OF all places in the
worldr' calculated Mr. Fitzroy, who
was attired in Immaculate white, with
] dainty sole-leather valise in one
1and. and cigar in the other.
Both young men looked decidedly
sheepish, as they might have done
were both very small boys, detected
by their maternal ancestors in the
very act of stealing sugar from the
top shelf in the cupboard.
"There's hotel here, / suppose"
said Symington. gazing obviously
around at the two or three houses.
the church and the miscellaneous
store which constituted the village of
Cruxborough.
"Why, of course" responded Fitz-
roy, who was of 4 sanguine dlsposi-
ton.
And both the gentlemen adjourced
to the hotel-a one-story building,
with barroom of disproportionate
size-to remove the dust sof travel
and smoke the cigar of peace, or rath-
er Of truce.
Both John Symington and Ferdin-
and Fitzroy had come on the same
errand-to see Olive Harcourt, the
belle and beauty, who had come to
Cruxborough to recruit her roses for
the next Philadelphia season.
Miss Harcourt had supposed that
cruxborough would afford her safe
retreat from admirers and bores alike,
but she was mistaken. True love win
ind its way through bolts and bars,
and it is not likely that a few miles
Of wood and swamp win prove any
obstacle. At al events, it did not in
he individual instances of Mr.. Sym
ington and his friend. Ferdinand Fitz-
roy.
Olive Harcourt was not surprised to
see them the next day, as she sat
sketching on the slope of a hill.
How is old Philadelphia p she in
luired, "hot and dusty as ever?p
well. yes" said Symington; "but
1t has it's advantages. Don't you find
i very dull hereY
mot so very" Miss Harcourt an
swered, I'm in farm house-the
sweetest old elm-shaded spot you ever
sawr'
But she did not invite Mr.. Syming-
ION to come there, Fitzroy observed,
with delight)
ANY pretty places around here?
Symington asked, with simulated ease
Of manner.
"Oh, plenty Of 'eml By-the-way,
can either of you swimw cried Olive.
her deep blue eyes sparkling into sud
den brightness.
Mr. Symington unwill!ngly owned
that be could not-neither, it appeared,
could Mr.. Fitzroy.
"Of course mott Nobody even can
do what l want 'em to dor' pouted
Olive. "There are some Of the sweet
est water-lilies you ever saw just out
in the stream, and do so want a few
TO model in wax"
Are they far? Perhaps 1 could
reach 'em with the hook of my cane?"
suggested Symington.
mo. you couldn't" said Olive. inn
patiently. But I'll 60 and show them
to you. all the same. I'd give anything
In the world for some Of themr'
"Anything" repeated symlngton,
laughing.
Yes anythingF' said Olive. with
saucy nod.
She knew she was safe enough.
Just where the River Croix makes
title bend around the abrupt slopes Of
a tiny island. sweeping into the broad
er and bluer expanse beyond lay the
tangle of broad green leaves. float
ing serenely. starred here and there
with the cream-white cups Of the
s11erb water-lilies.
~0h see themw cried Olive. longing
.sug her hands together. If
l.lid only get one-just oner'
Mr.. Fitzroy looked at Mr.. Syming-
ton: Mr.. Symington eyed the far-o1
lilies. Both Of them wished them
selves crocodiles. water-rats. speckIcd
trout-anything, in fact. which could
swim.
Every pretty said symingion.
Upon ny word superb" said Fifz-
roy.
They continued their walk over The
crest Of the hili to see a cascade.
which was the only curiosity about