Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1907-02-14

demurely, watching the fash OF q bird
through rift in the foliage. "She
likes to be with you. Mr.. Campbell,
I'm sure. And I'm sure"-here the
pearly teeth caught the scarlet under
lp--"Jane's neither staid knitting
lady nor squabblins child. And why
should you miss mel I'm not beauti-
full like lane I'm just
Just Miss June finished Campbell
simply But there was world of
quiet pride in his voice.
June trembled beneath his words and
knew not why she trembed But there
was sufficient dramatic force in her to
go toward the making of Il great
actress. She spied Il spray of scarlet
columbine on gray rock overhanging
dark pool. Unconsciously the con
rast of colors struck her artistic eye,
and she made use of it all to hide her
sudden emotion.
"Will you fetch me those columbines
that wave from the rock and throw
colored patches on the pool, Mr.. Camp
bell?" said she quietly
But when he had gone her hand went
for support 10 the column of the beech,
her bosom rose and fell and her wide
eyes dilated. then half closed.
"Oh, dear God" she prayed inward
", I've never had any one in my
whole life really to love me. And he is
so big and so knightly, Don't let me
imagine vain thing that would break
ma hart I Of ma plrt,,p1l1nr that I
am plain-and that he is just kind
Here" cried Campbell cheerfully.
coming back with bunch of the
columbine and handing it to her. THE
scarlet Just matches your lips. little
maid II was not alone her lips that
We're scarlet now; flame spread holly
over her cheeks.
In 4 few moments she jumped up.
laughing, smoothing out her blue ging-
ham frock. IF ever come to regard
myself as n bewitching fairy princess
I'll hold you responsible. sir. But |
must he going now I'm still Cinderel-
la she added Il promised mother
to make the salad dressing for lunch
con-"
driftcd irresponsiIly on.
One warm evening when the air was
filled with the gold Of drehie,, a maze
of spangles, now Gardening. now
Frightening. Mrs. Arstiu came ont on
her side porch. Which. for n wonder
was vacant, and swung her portly
weight none too gently into the ham
mock The silver OF the moon was be-
ginning to tremble through the leaves
of the trees and to show patches OF
the garden path that wound toward
the front gate.
Those locusts sound awfully shrill.'
thought Mrs. Austin, trying Intellectual
ly to put the hammock in motion
Then she lay there inert, yielding to
the drowsiness of the air.
She must have dozed off bit for
suddenly she started as i the way of
one who tries TO capture ones waking
wits
And you know, dear, that | love
you. guess I've been loving you right
from the first. but | didn't realize it
till
Two figures had just passed the
moonlit patch in the path and were
emerging into the shadows that
stretched toward the gate, so Mrs.
Austin couldn't exactly see who they
Were, hut she recognized .Campbell's
rich, deep voice
AT last" she cried, smiling broadly.
"Well, Jane deserved it - and she'll
have a good husband" She raised her
self up in the hammock. Sleep had
fed.
Now, just at that moment Sarah,
the cook, who had been buying some
ribbon and ruching in one of the vii
lage shops. happened to enter the front
gate. AS she came abreast of the wide
porch Mrs. Austin leaned over the rail
ing.
'Sarah." she whispered, with mater
nal pride in her voice. was that Miss
Jane who went out of the gate then
with Mr.. Campbellf" 1t was state
ment rather than a question.
"No'm," said Sarah, looking up quick
ly; that wasn't Miss Jane. maam: 1t
was lust Miss June"