The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1905-10-15
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.,By her fruits L know her, and adj
mirc her very much" he said, and was
sorry for It the moment atterward, for
1t checked the course OF the young girls
enthusiasm and brought a9sl2ht blush
to her cheek.
II ought 10 have known better" he
said to himself with real penitence. than
to utter a stupid commonplace to such
a girl when she was talking so earnestly
And he tried 10 make amends, and sue
ceeded IN winning back her attention and
her slow, unconscious smiles by talking
to her of things thousand miles away.
Tho moon was silvering the tops Of the
9lindcn-trces at the gates before they
thought OF the flight Of time. and they
had quite forgotten the presence Of Mrs.
Bedding when her audible repose broke
In upon their talk. They looRed at each
other and burst into a frank laugh, full
OF confidence and com radeship, which the
good lady heard III her dreams and
walked. saying: What are you laughing
at? II did not catch that last wittl-f
icism.'i8$ a },t5t
The young people rose from their chairs
II cant repeat my own mots,' said
Arthur. Miss Bedding will tell you"
Indeed l shall not, replied Alice ut,
was not one OF his best, mamma q
She gave him her hand us he said
Goodnight and 1t lays5inF@ his firm
Erasp a moment without raserve Or
tremor. 5 tx Sy
You are queer girl, Alice" said !.
Mrs Bclding. as they walked into the
5drawng-room through the open window
You put on your stffest company man
ncrs for Mr.. Furrey, and you seem en-
tlrely at case with Mr.. Farnham, who
Is much older and cleverer. and is noted
for his sarcastic criticisms
5.$''I do not know why It'll Is, mamma, but
i do feel very much at home with Mr. a
Farnham, and ! do not want Nj. Furrey
to feel at home with me-"
Upon this Mrs. Bedding laughed aloud 4
Alice turned IN surprise, and her mother
said: 1t is too good TO keep. + must tell
you. 1t is such a joke on Arthur
and, sitting III low arm chair.G
while Alice stood before her lean 4
ing upon the back of another, she told
the whole story of the scene OF the
morning in the rose housc. She gave it
IL the fullest detail, interrupting herself
here and there for soft cachinnutions,
unmindful of the stern, unsmiing 81
slenco Wit, which her daughter listened.
She finished, with u loud flourish OF
merriincnt. and then asked did you
ever hear anything so funny in ypur5
.lfe?"
s. The young lady was turning white and
led in an omnibus manner ana was
biting her neither lip. Her answer to her
mothers question was swift and brief;
II never heard anything so horrid."
and she moved majestically away with-
nut another word. 4 S;a
n Mrs. Bedding sat for a moment abash-
cd. 'Therc!' she said to herself, II
k.ew very we'll ! ought not to tell her.,
But 1t was too good to keep, and had
nobody else to tcll.' She went to bed.
feeling rather i.l-used. AS She passed
her daughters door, she said, Good
night, Allce!" and voice not quite 80
Gweet as usual replied, Good-nlght,
mamma" but the door was not opened.
Alice turned down her light and sat
Upon cushioned seat In the cmbrasure
OF her open window She looked up at
The stars, which swan and glittered in
her angry eyes. With trembling lips
and clnched hands she communed with
lerself. ''Why, why, why did mamma
tell mo that horrld story? TO think there
should DO such Women In tho world! TO
take such a liberty with him, Of all men.
She could not have done It without some
cncouragement-and he could not have
encouraged her. He is not that
Find of vulgar flrt sat all. But
what do know about mon? They
may all Debut 7 did not thlnk-wtat
business have ! thinking about 1t? had
better go to bed. I have spent all the
evening talking to a man who-oh I
wish mamma had not told me that
swrctched story. shall neyels speak to
him again. It is a pity, too. fol-. we arc
such near neIghbors. and he is so nice.
If he were not--But ] don't care how
mice lie Is, she has spoiled him. i won-
der who she was Pretty, was she?
DON'T believe a word Of It---some bold
faced, brazen creature. Oh! shall hate
myself II cry" but that was past pray
ing for, and she closed her lattice and
went to bed for fear the stars should
witness her unwelcome tears,
x. s,fe4
A WORD OUT OF SEASON,
f Arthur Farnham awoke the next day
with a flight NJ sweet hopes and faneteS
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