Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1909-09-02
LOVES INTUITION,
A Girl VINO Was Able to Read
Beneath the Surface.
BY MARY WOOD.


Miss Maybrick called It Il hornets nest
and preferred the doubtful GOODNESS OF
| the piazza Rut. then she was Il col
leGe professor too superior to appre
ciate the Joys of the younger set.
Jane Carew however. sometimes
agreed with her This afternoon she
hid her face behind book, while girl.
ish fancies carried Ter far above the
swaying leaves up into the perfect
| blue of the July sky. How lovely ma
| ture was this summer, how full life OF
new delights,
Miss Maybriels's name brought her
back to earth again-Miss Maybriek,
the one cloud I'm her sky.
"Oh, yes. she approves Of him." saucy
Madge was saying. "She can put up
with his sunburned face, roughened
hands aud the general boorishness of
farmer. But I suppose at her age
any man is acceptable. To tell the
truth. l have almost reached that CON
dition myself in this man forsakcn
| spot" And she shook her head IN
mock despair.
"Jane agrees with her" some one
added a little maliciously. "She never
seems to mind sharing his attentions
with her"
! A book went down with a crash and
angry spots OF scarlet glowed In James
| cheeks as she said defiantly: John
| Staunton is not boor. He IS n gen
tleman. Just because he scorns TO
talk the twaddle that men usually
| think good enough for us girls you
vote him boor He often makes me
ashamed Of the little | know, and the
books he lend me have opened up a
new world. world bigger and better
than all the flirting and shams and
heartaches that go to make up so
| ciety. No wonder he likes TO talk TO
! Miss Maybrick She's worth the whole
lot of us when it comes to knowing
the things that are worth while,"
The girl stopped short with a gasp
as she realized the Mortified hush which
had fallen on the circle. ooh, what
have ] said?" she cried and buried her
| face in her cushions
she stroked the brown head you've
read us a lecture, jamie, dear" she
said gently, but fancy we needed it
bit It's horrid to talk about one of
your friends the way we talk about
| Staunton, and we ought to ask your
pardon. AS for Miss Maybrick, she's
stuck up old thing, and you're ever so
much nicer than she in spite Of all she
knows. Just wait till Cousin Alex
comes next week and see the new
world that he opens to you. He is
| really literary and writes things for
other people TO read"
James face was still hidden. She
was battling TO overcome her tears
! and even harder to drive out of her
heart the unreasonable jealousy Of the
| older woman that somehow had crept
into 1t. The time had been when she
would have scorned her as a rival but
love had made her humble Youth and
beauty seemed Of small weight to cast
into the scales against years of scho.
lastic training and study.
| Cousin Alex came. He was slim.
dapper young man. with an important
manner rather at variance with his
size. But he had way of retailing
old jokes that made them seem new
and stock of compliments suited
to every age and was therefore greatly
in favor among the guests mt the
sleepy old farmhouse As BETTING his
| gretensions as Il journalist he ratified
on increasingly about books and litera-
ture lie knew this man and that
book, and, above all, he was one whose
name should some day stand foremost
in the world of letters. The date was
not yet set, but he spoke of "his novel;
mysteriously, even reverently, and his
feminine audience was accordingly i'm
pressed.
! More or less unwillingly Jane was
compelled to listen to many of these
predictions. for cousin Alex" at once
| developed a fondness for her society.
Perhaps certain chances that Staunton
cast in his direction added zest to the
chase Perhaps II was the elusive
fashion in which the Girl received h.r
advances. Certala it is that week.
time had earned him the very fitting
| naI.c Of James shadow"
Yet TO Jane herself each day seemed
10 bring more uuhappiness. Staunton
came as often as ever. but Mt sight of
Alex Ey her side he left the laughng
group to clat with Miss NIaybrick I'm
| intimate aloofncss, And as the girl
saw the door 10 the beautiful new
world closing because the hand Of him
who held it open was withdrawn the
pain and WEAKNESS Of her old frivo-
lous life seemed almost past bearing.
Her eyes were more wistful than S
knew one evening as she saw tall
muscular figure swing up the waIt
with the easy confident stride Of tba
man who was master Of his fate
Staunton's face softeucd as ne me-
them. and, though Cousin Alex Ham.
bin was on hand, as usual ne settled
himself on The top step with tho gf.
Of man who had come to stay. Tho
brown eyes were downcast now. but
shy blush Of pleasure stiu flushed her
cheeks
There was always visible air Of
constraint between the two mon. but