The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1906-10-22


4er aEtsF SIM ne zoe ED
eriy quiet people hid come To airs
Austins pretty eoiIHtg1 10 ing houss
md tlIs f9rle no ~ eli sIge1t Ssl Ee1
81 a6tfrs mere lad 6e,en some ldqfiS
fi6ns 10 us lat ss,se ONE defecs
lions fr6m ttse former but the eliArSes
tef 81 lie com rad med much
tfle sane This year. however, came a
new BS0attleR Of a distinctly oi6erent
element He was Paul S5s.uspbeIl. a
pIay1vr5E trt OF sorJet reputation.
Being tie only eligible man on the
place, Miss Austin had managed to
lay hold OF SIR Campbell as her es-
pedal property. At hrst he did not
mind Were not her eyes sufhcienhy
blueG Was there not always about
her the odor Of orris and heliotrope?
But when he discOyered that both
mother and daughter were trying TO
work the matrimonial game upon him
he baked.
one warm day they had been down
to the lake boating, and now they bad
turned their faces homeward.
III you md the path rough for fash
Ionable heels or tear your gown with
the brambles or scratch your face with
the wild rosebushes on your head be.
the consequence Paul Campbell was
warning Miss Austin, who had capri
ciously chosen path through the
woods. while he hnd wisely indicated
another.
Il don't care. It's too hot to breathe
today. and know this IS the shorter
ne RVSNST1l. VIlIpIA1s FIIIffSRSly
than the other
"well. It must be single ME" OBJ
served Campbell. with something like
positive relief. remembering that the
arrangement would do something to
add to the dihcuIty of conversation
you'll have a good opportunity"
threw back AIiss Austin over her shout
der, ''of determining whether my hair
is NIL my own
Its glory answered Campbell,
quick always in saying the required
thing, must blind me to its defects. If
there be any
so good of You to make the qualiii-
catiOnv' retorted Miss Austin.
Here and there the brfer roses bloom
ed in all their exquisite plnkness.
Campbell absently broke on spray.
Absently, too. he pulled the leaves
from the stalk Then he CHANGED to
look upon the pink bud.
With a whimsical hnlf tender GEES
ture lie thrust IT into his buttonhole.
Oh. he was a fool. beyond Doubt TO
fancy such a connection. But those IN.
DSteDtatious little petals, showing their
delicate veins rs they tapered upward
and Unfolding so much wild sweetness.
reminded him of Miss June
June was Mrs. Austin's younger
IL
and teeth of pearl. but she was not
names. in fact. many of the boarders
thought ought 10 have been turned
about for JnfSe WIS Just like her sis
ter's name! while .lmIie wss9als flushed.
and jubIIant us summers tirst month.
i'Eheres,tn 5pIeasureS as WED" as a,
credit In dressing her, June had onee
overheard her mother say when shed
slipped Jane into thin white frock
and brushed her glossy curls. That
was twelve years ago. June was only
six, but hBrisfragile little hands had
gone together in mute protest. and her
eyes hid grown larger with half under
Stood Ip&ing
! sJsaue,1R whom her household and the
suEnmer bOarders saw; June of the In
freducnt speech. the shy. fugitive
smiles aud proud. reticent air that was
not June of the woods whom Paul
Campbell had grown to know. June
OF the woods had an elusive grace,
shining eyes. laughter as silveFy us the
ripping streams, exquisite fGncies,
quick. dramatic gestures and withal q
delicate, childish abandon Of spirit.
Well" asked Miss Austin ms they
came out from the woodland path on
to the sunny road. have You settled
the anairs OF the nation2 l looked
back at yOu once or twice. nut you
were In sach a brown study you didn't
notice me- she pouted-
Miss Jane. how could that be pos
SlSle:' Knocked he courteously.
'.Pshawr' she said, tWlrIing her sun
shade indignantly. II believe I'm moth
Ing but peg for yon to hang compli-
ments on
You are the magnet which attracts
them" he corrected. suddenly Miss
Austin lifted her eyes.
'''rhAt wild rose bud in your coat Is
verv pretty. Will you give It to me for
a re 'nrmhrance OF the day p
CaI:tpbell's fingers closed upon the
bud TO detach IL; then he remembered.
NO. Miss Austin" he laughed,
thrustIng hIs hands into his pockets;
cit would b= inappropriate. When ].
go to the vilEaGe tomorrow Ill get you
some roses from the fiorist's.''
One morning several days later they
were In the woods together, June and
he, under the silver column OF beech
tree. She sat beside him. with her
slim. brown hands folded in her lap |
and the wild rose buds whitening in |
her dark hair, The pink OF them had |
somehow stolen to her cheeks. She