The Kennewick courier. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1905-1914, 1905-05-10
A False Impression

60 HERE don't any Of them like
l me-" said Belle Brabazon, with
the suspicion Of tear sparkling
under her lovely dark eyelashes. "And
I've tried so hard to get them to care
for me just little"
Capt. Cardan looked admiringly at
the pretty girl, who was swinging her
self slowly to and fro on the pendant
stem of a huge old grapevine, cush-
Toned with a light Oriental shawl;
whose gold threads glimmered fitfuIly
In the September sunshine.
"Ah! but you must have mistaken"
said he. ut isn't possible, you know,
the village girls can dislike you"
"But they do" said Belle, with an
imperative nod of the fair, sunshiny
head. why is it, Capt. Cardan? Am
l ugly, or cross, or uncivilizedY
"No!' declared the captain, with
emphasis; mot one of the three"
Then why is it," said Belle, pite-
ously. do try to find out for me,
Capt Cardan, and 1 shall be-oh, so
much obliged to you! And now it's
time for the mail to be in, and l am
going to walk down to the postoffice."
MAY 1 walk with your asked the
captain, piteously.
"If you wouldn't mind, I'd rather 10
Alone" said Belle, with SO propitatory
a smile that the captain felt no sting
of wounded vanity.
But Miss Brabazon, fitting lightly
along, as if the tread of the soft grass
was delightful to her feet, had pro-
ceeded no further than Squire Dater's
stone fence when an uncomfortable
sound, like the low, muttered threat
enings of distant earthquake, fell on
her ears.
ITS the big red bullw she said to
herself. Il might have known he was
there. OF course can't cross the field
now and 1 shall have to go round by
the road, after all. oh, dear! oh.
dear"
But just at that moment tall figure
swung itself over the fence-Seth VAL
Ilance's.
care you afraid Of Nero, Miss
| oldDdZOu. ue Sllu. buL IueCe IS no
occasion; he is chained"
Belle shrank back, with varying
color.
Mr.. Valance smiled.
II will go across the field with you,"
he said, eff you will accept my escort"
Il shall be so grateful" said Miss
Rrabazon, with sigh of relief.
| Seth had been carting apples for
Squire Dater, his uncle, all the morn
Ing. He was in his working clothes,
with a coarse straw hat shading his
brown, handsome face, and scarlet
flannel shirt Transforming him into a
fit ideal for an artist.
Miss Madalina Martin, playing lawn
tennis on the level stretch of turf in
front of the squire's house, took note
of the couple as they crossed the rustic
bridgs below.
Madalina. at seems that she can't
even go to the postoffice without pick
ing up some gentleman by way of hon
orary escort"
"And it's Seth Valance this time"
said Edla Joyce.
'"Shes born coquette, If ever there
was onep' stingingly remarked Miss
St Avon.
Its too bad, I declare" said Luz
cetta Dater, ito have those London
girls come down to steal away all the
mems hearts with their smiles, and
their rouge, and their modern lures"
"Who is that you are talking about,
lgirls?" said Helena Manderill, pink
and white beauty, who had been
spending the day at Dater Grange, and
was just coming out to drive to the
train which was to take her to Lon
don.
Belle Brabazon" they all answer.
ed, in chorus.
And Ella Joyce added:
"She is from Misunderstanding at the
York Hotel"
Belle Brabazon" cried Miss Man.
derill. Goodness gracious me! Why
didn't some one tell me? l should so
have liked to meet Belle Brabazon
againl 1 saw her in the School for
Scandal once-Lady Teazle, you
know. The most perfect actress I ever
knew"
"M you're a-goin' IN the four fifteen
train, marm," spoke out the nasal
voice Of Tetlow, the squire's coachman,
you hain't NO time to lose, Miss Man
AerdIl"
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