The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1909-06-17

Andrew, impatient and totally uncoh.
scious Of their anxieties In his behalf.
bluntly locked his door in her very
face and, getting out his printing
frame, settled down to business.
The sunshine was bright in his south
ed in quick time. He held 1t to the
light excitedly, the water dripping
from it.
christmas, it's a goddess" he ejac-
ulated.
She peered out at him, her laughing
face round and mischievous. Her
dress was of olden style, with huge
panniers at the side and a trim, laced
bodice with a low French neck and
little puff sleeves. One tiny foot stuck
out saucily in a high heeled French
boot.
Andrew stared at her amazed. The
arched eyebrows and delicate face
were patrician. She might have just
stepped out Of some old French paint
ing. Why had he not noticed her as
he snapped the picture? 1t was all
mysterious. Then he heard Mr.. Merri-
wether's step outside and called to
him:
ANY little French court ladies
around here?" he inquired.
Andrew opened the door, and Lemuel
came in, a puzzled expression on his
honest old face.
mot that l know Of" he answered.
"Well, then. I'm seeing things"
laughed Andrew. because l saw one
in the woods yesterday, puffs and ruff
1es and high heeled Shoes"
You did,. exclaimed Lemuel slow
ly. you did, ehT'
Then, to Andrews surprise, Lemuel
quickly took the key from the lock
and, putting it in again on the outside
Of the door, went out, locking it behind
him.
Andrew pounded and yelled in rage
and surprise, but all to no purpose. A
half hour went by; then a carriage
drew up to the door, and a second lat
err Lemuel unlocked Andrews door and
entered, a strange gentleman with him.
Not feeling well, l hear?' the
strange gentleman remarked.
First l knew Of it," spluttered An
drew.
Hes got a relapse exclaimed Lem
uel. "Gone crazy like. Seeing things.
Saw a French court lady in the woods
Yesterday But he got no further.
DR.. Snow broke out into a mighty
roar.
$50 you are the young gentleman?'
he said. Lets see the picture"
Andrew brought it sulkily forth, not
yet understanding.
Its my niece, Dianthe Barrows,"
explained the doctor after a minute,
still laughing.
Andrew smiled. Dianthe!
How the name fitted her.
"She was attending a fancy dress
lawn party at Stratford, about six
miles up the river. on the other side.
She padded down in her canoe and,
seeing those pretty birch trees, wan
dered into the woods, hiding her canoe
in the bushes. She saw you, but you,
Of course, did not see her. She knew
that she would probably show in the
picture, as she happened to peer out
from behind the trees just as you
snapped it. She was dressed in g
French costume that used to be hei
great-great-aunt's. We had a good
laugh last night when she told us
about it. We could imagine what q
surprise it would be to the gentleman,
whoever he might be, after the picture
was printed"
ut was" said Andrew, laughing him.
self now.
Isis she staying with you here in
town."
The doctor smiled a little.
Yes; for the summer. At present
she is sitting outside in my buggy,
holding the horse"
"In come out and meet her." said
Andrew promptly. 81 always knew
I'd marry a girl named D~iantbe."
No Place Like Home.
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