Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1912-02-03
I JUST MISS june
Her Romance and the Way
1t Developed.
BY vIRalNIA LEILA wENTz.

AuBLlnb pretty couutry pooiuhhB
house and the same noisy, vehement
children. OF course there had been
some additions TO the latter class,
some defections from the former, but
the character OF the company had re-
NAMED much the same This year,
however. came a new boarder of
distinctly different element. He was
Paul Campbell, a playwright Of some
reputation.
Being the only eligible man on the
place, Miss Austin had managed to
lay hold of Mr.. Campbell as her es-
peeial property. AT FIRST he did not
mind Were not her eyes sufficiently
blue? Was thern not always about
her the odor OF orris and heliotrope2
But when he discovered that both
mother and daughter were trying to
work the matrimonial game upon him
he.balked
One warm day they had been down
to the lake boating, and now they had
turned their faces homeward
'If you find the path rough for fash
ionable heels or tear your gown with
the brambles or scratch your face with
the wild rosebushes, on your head be-
the consequences" Paul Campbell was
warning Miss Austin, who had capri
ciously chosen a path through the
woods, while he had wisely Indicated
another
az don't care. It's too hot to breathe
today, and / know this Is the shorter
way. It'll get us home more quickly
han the other"
We'll, it must be single file," OBJ
served Campbell, with something like
positive relief, remembering that the
arrangement would do something to
add to the difficulty of conversation.
you'll have a good opportunity"
threw back Miss Austin over her
shoulder, "of determining whether my
hair is all my own"
Its glory" answered Campbell,
quick always In saying the required
thing, must blind me to its defects,
If there be any"
$50 good Of you to make the qualifi-
cation" retorted Miss Austin.
Here and there the brier roses bloom
ed in all their exquisite pinkness.
Campbell absently broke Off a spray.
Absently, too, he pulled the leaves
from the stalk. Then he CHANGED to
look upon the pink bud.
with whimsical, half tender GEES
ture he thrust 1t into his buttonhole.
oh, he was fool, beyond doubt, to
fancy such a connection. But those
unostentatious little petals, showing
their delicate veins as they tapered up
ward and Unfolding 80 much wild
sweetness. reminded him of Miss June.
June was Mrs. Austin's younger
daughter. She had wide, dark eyes
and teeth of pearl, but she was not
beautiful like her sister Jane. Their
names, in fact, many of the boarders
thought, ought to have been turned
about, for June was just like her sis
ter's name, while Jane was as flushed
and jubilant as summers first month.
-There's a pleasure as well as a
credit In dressing her." June had once
overheard her mother say when she'd
slipped Jane into thin white frock
and brushed her glossy curls. That
was twelve years ago. June was only
six, but her fragile little hands had
gone together In mute protest, and her
eyes had grown larger with half under
stood pain.
June, whom her household and the
summer boarders saw; June of the in
frequent speech, the shy, fugitive
smiles and proud, reticent air-that was
not June Of the woods whom Paul
Campbell had grown to know. June
of the woods had an elusive grace,
shining eyes, laughter as silvery as the
ripping streams, exquisite fancies,
quick, dramatic gestures and withal a
delicate, childish abandon Of spirit.
"Well," asked Miss Austin as they
came out from the woodland path on
to the sunny road, shave you settled
the affairs of the nation? looked
back at you once or twice, but you
were in such n brown study you didn't
notice me-" she pouted.
Miss Jane, how could that be pos
sbleY' Knocked he courteously.
s'Pshawr' she said, twirling her sun
shade Indignantly. "I believe I'm moth
ing. but peg for you to hang compli-
ments on
"Yoa are the magnet which attracts
them" he corrected. Suddenly Miss
Austin lifted her eyes.
'.That wild rose bud in your, coat Is
very pretty. VIII you give It to me
FOR a remembrance Of the day"
Campbells fingers closed upon the
bud to detach It; then he remembered.
mo. Miss Austin" he laughed,
thrusting his hands into his pockets;
at would be inappropriate. When
60 to the village tomorrow I'll get You
some roses from the florists,
One morning several days later they
were In the woods together, June and
he, under the silver column Of beech
tree. She sat beside him, with her
slim brown hands folded in her lap
and the wild rose buds whitening In
her dark hair. The pink OF them had
somehow stolen to her cheeks. She
was happy today In spite of the fact
that Campbell was Gliding her.
See here. young lady" he was say
ing half seriously, half playfully, "if
You continue to evade me as you've
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