The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1910-07-22

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know we always thought this one did
look nice at least"
Good gracious! How it does OPEN
| ones eyes to see a little of society," y
| exclaimed Janet Really had mol
| idea we were as bad as this! No
wonder Frederick was SO Mortified ~
Well" said lola, YEARLY, che isl
not going to marry the whole family
! so it won't matter"
THAT is what he says" said Janet,
| naively. AT least put something I'M
your hair, a ribbon or something
Have you none?"
Janet, you know I haven't" said,
lv,a, leeiIng rnat this was really ar
| fectation. What is the use of teas
ing me?" and she ran away.
She was tired and heated, for till
! the last moment she had been help
| ing the cook, and as she passed
mirror she glanced into it rather tear
| fully, to see if she did look so very
| dowdy. She saw sweet flushed
| little face, with pretty curly hair, and
a soft faded India muslin gown, and
! she made herself look charming with
, two punches of fresh primroses be-
fore she went downstairs; but she
| felt humbled to the dust. She had
not spirit enough to rise under
yanet's words. and it seemed to her
that she nao wen peen named oy ner
brothers Cenerentola.
The dinner went off very well. Col
onel Curtis was allowed the priv
ilege of taking in his bride, and de-
voted himself exclusively to her.
The Grimwood people were old and
friendly neighbors. lola sat among
them, and they left her in peace To
them she was but little insignificant
| girl, hardly out of the schoolroom
! yet. Mrs. Grimes was Respondent in
ruby satin gown; Reggie gave him
self up to waiting on her. In the
evening he hung over the piano,
where she sat for long time, play
| ing music of the frivolous order,
Sparkling Dewdrops,'' Birds at
Even" etc. Then when one of the
young ladies from Grimwood took
her place, he invited her to come to
hiS mothers sitting-room to see the
only picture of any value the house
possessed. family portrait by Sir
Joshua.
| The music was in full force, every
one was busy, and lola, finding her.
self at liberty, stole away into quiet
corner of the room, and sat leaning
back, giving herself up to fatigue
and anxious thoughts. Where was
Arthur? What could he be doing?
She was sitting thus, rather behind
a screen, when figure interposed
between her and the lamps, and Mr..
Irvine Joined her.
is anything the matter?" he said,
sitting down beside her and speaking
with great kindness. II do not want
| to be oficious, Miss Denstone, but 1
cannot help seeing that something is
troubling you very much. My moth
er has seen it, too, from her win
| dow. She sees it as you pass.
''It is very kind of her." said lola,
| in trembling voice. "And, after
all, If tell you, you may laugh at
me as all the others do.
II cannot help being uneasy about
| Arthur. He has been away nearly a
month and have not had one line
from him. It is very foolish, have
no doubt, but cannot help it,
Not one line from him. repeated
Mr.. Irving. Is he in the habit of
writing regularly"
81 don't think he ever missed writ
| ing to me, at least every other day,
for years. she answered. There has,
always been so much to do and settle
between us and it became a habit.
! I ventured to write to Uncle Alfred,
and he laughed and wrote me kind
little letter warning me that that sort
of thing could not go on, but the
same time he wrote to Goucy, to his
old French friend where Arthur went,
and asked him to forward the letter.
and no answer has come
That is very mysterious" said
Mr.. Irvine. Either the letters have
gone wrong in the post, or your
bother must have left the place. Was
he likely to stay there?"
HE went there with the fullest
intention of doing so,'' answered
Tola; but cannot help thinking that
he must be i'll. something must have
happened to him out there; and L
must confess that it makes me fool
ishly anxious" and she tried to smile
bravely.
II see. OF course it does; but
there may be some good reason Of
which we know nothing and cannot
even conjecture. What address did
he give for you to write to him?"
THE Post Office at Goucy."
WELL" said Mr.. Irvine, ''if you
will allow me, will tomorrow tele-
graph to that Poste-Restante and ask
If the letters you have written have
been claimed. If ! send return
paid telegram we shall hear all about
it."