Charlevoix county herald., 1907-10-26

Capt. Amyas Dare, Of the Fifth
United States cavalry, was east on
furlough, after three years of frontier
service. At this time he cherished a
passion for photography; he mad
brought his friends innumerable pic
lures of Indians. coyotes, clif-dweli-
ers, and gila monsters; he went about
with a kodak in his pocket and ac-
cumulated souvenirs of his holiday,
destined to adorn the walls or MS
shack in the barracks, on the Arizona
border.
One fine June morning he left New
York for Washington, making himself
comfortable in a parlor car, with
stack of books and papers beside
him. BY some fatality, he was
dressed that morning in full uni
form.
Presently, looking across the pages
of his newspaper, he became aware
of a beautiful young woman, seated at
the open window on the other side OF
the car. She was tall and slender,
with blue eyes, and nut-brown hair,
that curled charmingly under the
brim of her sailor hat. She was
dressed with the fine simplicity that
is more irresistible than magnificence.
Her eyes were fixed upon the pages
of a magazine; she leaned back In
her seat, in an attitude which threw
into relief the sensuous lines of her
figure, and quite exposed one OF her
pretty feet.
The girl looked up from her book;
the captain, ashamed to be caught
staring, at once dropped his eyes, and
their gaze rested full upon that peer
less foot. He became completely cap
tivated in studying its proportions
the arched instep, the fine ankle, the
delicate heel-and the dainty shoe
that encased it and the glimpse OF
the pretty stocking above-appearing
beneath the crisp binding of her
gown, which further afforded
suggestion of snowy lace-trimmed
drapery, furled, around the prettiest
ankle in the world.
Flesh is but grass. The captain
whipped his kodak out of his pocket
and. under cover Of his newspaper,
sighted it at the distracting object.
An instant, and all would be well.
But in that instant the girl stirred.
Don't novel" cried Amyas, forget
ting himself Don't move your
FOOT"
She sprang up but the kodak had
clicked shut; the impression was
taken.
Il have it," he exclaimed, in the
moment of triumph. Thank you
very much!"
You have what? A photograph of
me?"
Not altogether" he explained, in
nocently, merely picture of your
shoe"
The young woman turned indignant
ly toward an elderly gentleman, who
had now come forward. He had brist-
ling white mustaches, and a naughty
and forbidding appearance.
"Papa." she exclaimed, this per-
son has insulted me-"
THE particulars, Daphne" said
papa, with an ominous, steely glance
at the culprit.
A whispered conversation fol-
lowed; then Daphne subsidized into her
seat, holding her head high.
Her papa confronted the captain.
Sir" he said, you have insulted
my daughter"
Nothing" declared Amyas, with his
best bow, could have been further
from my intentions"
How, sir? Hadn't you the impu-
dence to try to take her photograph"
ooh, but | didn't"
Don't attempt to trifle with me.
You tried 10 photograph her
Shoe Well, l did. But there was
nothing personal about that. Nobody
could possibly identify it as hers. l
regarded it merely as beautiful OBJ
ject of-ah-art, or nature, or"
BE silent, sir. OF all the impu-
dence-but, bah! see you do not
understand these things. l will come
to the point You have insulted my
daughter. l demand satisfaction"
very good, sir. 1 am on my way
to Washington. | stop at the Ebbitt
house. Send your friend to me;
will be glad to accommodate you.
Here is my card"
Hin! Glad to stand up and shoot
at me, after affronting my daughter!
| dare say. | am not such an ass, sir,
as to engage in a ridiculous duel with
a young swash-buckler. / shall have
you tried-court-mart con-
duct unbecoming an officer and a gen.
tleman. A gentleman-taught? | will
take your card now. Here is NINE"
And he handed it over. / read
HON. EVERARD ST. CYR. !:
British Legation.