HARRY'S FLIRTATION.
The guests were seated on .the broad,
eool veranda of tfee Woodbine-hotel; a
delicious breeze stirred the honeysuckle
-vine that climbed the trellis. : Several
fenests were expected to arrive, among
them an heiress, so rumor had it, and as
vsoai no small amount of interest was
Awakened. There was a murmur among
tiie guests as a slender girl,. becomingly
-attired, made her way up the broad
steps.
She Wan a fAirrf-rmimlp nf tm.h nu-a
ud curious blending of blonde and
-arunette whiou we sometimes meet.
Her face was fair, her hair a brown
with a rich golden hue, and her eyes
mere large and dark.
She was a woman capable of intense
leve or hate. An Harrv Mnrh immJ
. upon her he grew suddenly pale. Then
passed away, giving place to a deepen
ing flash of embarrassment. His com
panion, i-ranic iiale, a handsome, fun
moving ieiiow, oDservea Harry a embar
, .rassmenfc, and with a merry twinkle in
his black eves, said:
"I declare, Hal, yon blush as if 'the
neiress was an old name of yours."
And he laughed in a low, mpsical way
I know my face showed seeinini? aH
tation just now, but there's really noth
ing cue matter witii me.
"Now, Harry, old fellow, you need
not apologize.'"
"I am not going to. But, Frank,
-weren't yon ever surprised into blushing
when somebody resurrected a half for-
gotten sentimental memory of the past?
iiet me see. l u venture to say that I
can make you blush. How about that
Elaie Maydew affair of yours?"
Frank Hale's cheeks did brighten a
little. But he well knew that a stronger
leeling than mere embarrassment had
agitated his friend.
'Pshaw!" exclaimed Frank Hale, with
a penetrating look into the half averted
race or ilarry Marsh, "lou are agita
ted. You have met this young lady be
fore, somewhere. Now own up or is it
a secret?"
Harry Marsh was a fair, curly haired
Tonne man of five and twant.v. nf a. un.
aitive, romantic disposition. Frank Hale
wi ne were old college chums. Harry
stroked his blonde mustache for a mo
meut in silence. Cutting the tip off of
Ms cigar, he placed it between his lips,
forgetting to light it.
How much of a secret?" he answered
indifferently. Then, turning suddenly
toward his friend, said: "What do you
know about her. You seem very much
concerned about her?'
"Oh, nothing," replied Frank, "except
what rumor says."
"And what is that?"
"It is to this effect: That she has re
cently risen from poverty to affluence;
that she is engaged to a poor young pro
fessor, a geologist, who was formerly a
inhool fellow of hers. A poor young
professional niau is sure to catch such a
prize, isn't he?"
"Yes. 1 suppose it is on account of
their romantic and poetic attributes.
Did rumor include the name of the the
gentleman?"
Harry felt not a little anxiety as he
aked this question.
"Edward Grey is his name, I believe,"
replied Frank, "and by the way, I un
derstand he is to come here also in search
of fossils.''
Harry with a sort of nervous eager
ness of movement lighted his cigar.
"Now, Harry, for your secret. When
and where did you first make the ac
quaintance of this young lady, and what
is her name?"
-'Harry sat in silence a moment, as if to
collect his ideas. He tilted his chair
hack, removed his hat, wiped the perspi
ration from his brow, and said:
"Her name is Viola Craig. I met her
in a Bmall rustic village in Maine about
two years ago."
"And there was a bit of romance be
tween you, eh?"
"Very little on her part a mere flirta
tion on mine. ; I can tell yon one thing,
she has not gained all her beauty in two
'Tears. She struck me as unusually
beautiful for a rustic when I first met
"Why don't you tell me the romance
that lies back of that statement of
years?" said Frank.
Harry with some reluctance said:' '
"About two years ago the summer
was exceedingly hot and I was badly in
meed of rest, so I resolved to go on a
tenting and fishing expedition. Having
heard of the facilities Hnnteville afford
ed for hunting and fishing and pictur
esque scenery, I packed up my grip, took
say rifle and fishing rod, and started. 1
arrived one fine summer morning at
Huntsville and obtained board with the
Craigs. They were poor, and added to
their income by taking summer board
ers. Viola was an only daughter, still
in her teens. I could not help admiring
her artless beauty and grace, and I soon
began paying marked attention to her.
"In those fragrant summer twilights,
followed as they were by evenings of
silvery moonlight, we sauntered down
the pleasant country road and stood
upon the bridge gazing upon the sheet
of water, calm and deep, which stretched
out before us. The day sped rapidly
into weeks; our hearts seemed gay and
fcPPyt everything was enjoyed with a
meet which the utmost confidence and
freedom from restraint can insure. But
alas! one day Viola's father called me to
him and sternly asked:
" 'Do you wish to marry Viola?
- "I was so thoroughly surprised that I
answered decisively:
"'No.' "
" 'So I thought,' replied Mr. Craig. -1
did not believe that a rich, handsome
young fellow like you would wish to
-marry a poor country girl, and I desire
yon to direct your attention elsewhere,
for she is engaged to a worthy young
man of this place.' That day- I left
Huntsville, and no adieus were spoken.
So ended my little flirtation."
"Well, Harry, you have given me
-quite a poetic recital, but you ought not
to make such an ado over a 'mere flirta
tion.' Let us go up the lake and back
before sunset." .
Ten minutes later Harry Marsh saun-
tered along the shore of the lake, realiz
ing u ne was not quite wnole hearted.
.- .
A year had passed since Harry Marsh's
visit to the quiet little village of Hunts
ville. Many changes had taken place.
Viola Craig is an orphan alone in the
world friendless. What was she to-do?
She fell into a brief reverie.
She had an aunt, rich in this world's
goods; she had written to her and re
ceived a letter bidding her to come and
make her home with her.. "Break up
the old home and come and live with
me." These were the words she read.
"Break up the old home! How ro
mance clings around itl" She . stood l)y
the window and gazed up the country
road, bordered on one side by dark pine
woods, on the other by irregular rolls of
cultivated ground. . How dear the form
of every tree! How oft had she walked
there with the one she loved; had he not
cut his name and hers npon those very
trees; but he had gone left without one
word of parting. A -crimson flush, deep,
swift and unmistakable, swept over the
girl's fair and sensitive face.
"He :did not. care for me; he was
merely amusing himself," she mused.
Then a strange light flashed into her
eyes, and two bright spots of color came
on her cheek and she said determinedly,
"I will go to my aunt, and as her heiress
try and forget him."
Fond remembrances! Dear old home,
good-by!
A storm had suddenly arisen from the
southwest. It descended with a torrent
of ram, a resistless flurry of wind and
crash of thunder. :
- Viola was sitting at the window.'- She
glanced out npon the lake. She beheld
its surface lashed into foam, and, horror
stricken, she beheld something else.
A boat, midway between the peninsula
and the shore nearest, the hotel, had
suddenly capsized under the fierce blast.
For an instant a human being was
visible amid the foaming waters, but
soon disappeared.
Viola descended to the veranda, her
face deadly white.
Several men dashed past, and upon
the wings of the storm she heard one of
them say:
"Hale and Marsh were in the boat.
and there's little chance of our saving
them."
For an instant she stared toward the
lake, her heart sinking like lead. Then,
without even a shawl over white, gauzy
garments, she dashed out into the pelt
ing storm. She reached .the lake shore
at a point near where several men were
pushing off in a rowboat in a vain hone
of saving the unfortunates.
She sank down ' amid the wet shrub
bery, clasping her hands, and in low
agonized accents she murmured, as her
eyes fell upon the fearful sight before
her: "fcrood Heavens! Harry Marsh-
dead drowned! If he but knew now
how I loved him how I have loved him
since he left me, two years ago! Oh,
God! If he could be saved! My heart
is breaking!" And burying her face in
her hands she sobbed aloud.
Just then a hand fell lightly upon her
shoulder. She started up with a cry.
and there stood Harry Marsh, dripping
wet, with a look of deep, unutterable
joy upon his face.
"Thank God I am saved saved to
hear my name upon your lips. I was
not in the boat. Frank went ont alone.
I saw the storm coming and advised him
not to go. ' But he went. I followed
along the shore to the peninsula, and the
storm broke before I could get back," he
explained.
He spoke in a rapid, excited manner.
As he finished Viola sank down in a
swoon, overcome by the strain upon her
nerves and the sudden reaction. He
lifted her m his arms and bore her back
to the hotel.
The boat which went out after the un
fortunates came back unsuccessful. Af
ter the storm had passed, however, Frank
Hale and his sailboat rounded the pen
insula and moored opposite the hotel.
In response to a flood of inquiries he re
plied that he was upon the other side of
the lake when -the storm broke, ., and so
escaped it.
The boat which was capsized con
tained a young fisherman, whose body
was recovered late that night.
It was not until the next day that
Harry Marsh saw Viola again. --. Then
they met tinder the arched trellis. She
would have fled, but he caught her by
cne nana, exclaiming in his low, musical
tones, which she remembered so well: '
"Stay; Viola; I desire an explanation
from you. I believe that I made a great
mistake when I left you without seeking
one two years ago." 1
She waved him from her with an im
perious gesture. "
"You should have discovered vour
mistake before I was lifted from my
poverty!" she cried.
"Wait! wait! I implore you."
Then he told her- why he had crone
away so abruptly, and how he had loved
her all the while.
"I should have sought you here uion
your arrival were it not for the rumor of
your engagement to Edward Grey," he
said.
"My engagement! The rumor was
false; it is not I, but my cousin, whc
married -Edward Grey two weeks ago.
we are mends, that is ali-7
A soft, balmy breeze swept thronerh
the trellis, rustling the vines and bring
ing from a distance the perfume of flow
ers. '
"Then you do love me, Viola! . I can
keep my love from you no longer, Viola.
Will you be my wife? Do not withhold
the perfect joy I crave!" were the words
he uttered, so low that they seemed to
chime with the murmuring breeze.
"The joy is ours, Harry!" was the
softly spoken response.
When Frank Hale heard of the en ease
ment he laughingly said, "Hal, do you
call this all 'a mere flirtation? " Miss
F. Li. Hare' in ' Cincinnati Commercial
Gazette.
. A. Common Fault.
'Witticus. the Darasrranher.
cross today."
"That is nothing unusual. He is al
ways out. of humor.'' Kate Field's
Washington. .
VIA UMBRC
With sunset glory glowing
- Were hlH and sky and aea;
The nrcbt wind soft was blowing.
It whispered low to me. ...
And old hopes almottt blighted
By sorrow's tremblinsr tear.
Once more with glory lighted
The pathway of the years.
They came, 'tiiid evening splendor.
That shone across the sea;
And love, with look so tender.
Again did beckon me.-
And far the stretching oeeaa
Of sunset, trembling gold, -
Benected my emotion
The soul deep thoughts of old.
It panned, and glory faded, '
- From hill and sky and sea:
The pathway, deeply shaded,
Was all it left to me.
'. A. 8. Burgess in Chambers' Journal.
She Secured the Wrap.
A lady from a western city tells an
amusing if heartrending tale of a shop
ping tour in. New York, the trip from
the west, being . undertaken for the sole
purpose of suiting herself exactly with
an elegant fur wrap. Her departure in
high spirits was witnessed by friends
plunged in the depths of envy. After a
microscopic examination of every wrap
in this city she folded the drapery of her
old cloth circular around her and silent
ly stole into her home town by a night
train. Drivinar at once to a. marrWnt'i
residence, she told him as well as her de
bilitated condition would permit he sort
of a wrap upon which she had set her
nearc, ana wnicn, she declared, New
York did not contain.
Her merchant friend telegraphed to
this city, the wrap was sent by the first
train, and ere she was fairly recuperated
from her acquisition of experience she
was in possession of the wrap of her
dreams, which she had probably tried
on no less than six times during the
course of her rambles and preambles
(the latter are quite as exhausting to the
salesmen as the former to the shopper).
The congratulations of her acquaint
ances upon her beautiful wrap, and
their felicitations upon her good fortune
in being able to select it in person, re
stored her equanimity, but did not oblit
erate the memory of what . she calls
"that awful week," so that her more re
cent purchases in this city have been
made by mail and telegraph, which do
not suffer from nervous prostration.
ew x orK limes.
Shippers of Human Skin.
Speaking of weird, uncanny gifts, the
other day a pretty girl produced a pair
of house slippers, presented her by a
young medical student friend. They
were not so remarkable looking, but as
she brought them in balanced on the
ferrule of her parasol the company in
stantly recognized the m-eprr of snma.
thing out of the ordinary. Gently drop
ping the dainty footgear on a rng the
owner invited her friends to use their
umbrellas freely in turning her low shoes
over and examining every part.
They were admirably made, with nar
row soles, pointed toes, hisrh hmk
hig monogram, embroidered in silk lion.
nan way up tne instep. The material, a
thin, yellowish skin, mie-ht kav mm
off almost any animal, but was in reality
meepiaermis oi a man. The student
had seen it removed, had followed the
curing -process, and "whan nmiwri
dressed,'' had taken it to a bootmaker for
making up. ..
"Of course m never wear thn hnrriil
thin&rs," the eirl hastened
friends; "and, indeed, they are , more
trouble than they are worth. Tin afraid
of them, and so are : all the rest of the
family.
"We keen them locked nr in onrmani
room ordinarily, but when guests corns
4.1 " , . -W . . . , .
uie zuaiu ana x carry mem to tne cellar,
and while they are down there she re
fuses to go alone to get coal and screams
at every noise." Illustrated American.
Two Plucky Girls.
Miss Angie Graham, who, in company
with her younger sister, Miss Nellie, left
Beaver, county some five years ago for
the far west, is now at her bid home in
Economy township on a visit.' : -
Five years ago next spring she and her
sister determined to try their fortunes in
the west. Their father was a well to do
farmer.- but it was simply' a desire to be
independent that caused the ladies- to
take the step, and their' success shows
what will and pluck can do.
Taking with, them a few clothes, some
books, and a small sunt of money over
and above their actual expenses, they
started.- Arriving at -Julesburg, Colo.,
they each pre-empted a quarter section
of land and settled down. Six months
in the year they farmed, doing much of
the work of plowing, sowing and reap
ing themselves."" The remaining six
months they taught ' school. Tbey now
have a clear title to their land, which
has 'steadily- increased'' in -value. ' The
government is surveying the tract in
which their farms are located, for the
purpose of "irrigation, which, when ac-,
com plished, will make the land among
the most valuable in the country.
Mies Angie has long had a desire to
visit Palestine and the Holy Land, and
will do so before returning to the west,
Beaver Falls (Pa.) Cor. Pittsburg Dis
patch. ' .' ' . . ' : " " ' " " ;
While packing away his dead wife's
clothes,- the other day, James McGrath,
a laborer of Louisville, Ky., discovered
concealed in an underskirt 1,300 in cur
rency. Mrs. McGrath had never given
intimation to her family of the possession
of the money. She had a cow, and some
times sold butter and mirk
Harriet Hosmer, who is about to go
abroad again for three or four months, is
as bright and energetio- as though forty
years' constant work at her art did not
lie behind her. She has a deep interest
in woman's intellectual work, and is an
honorary member of Sorosis.
Many of the watches are smaller and
more elaborately decorated than ever.
There are watches the cases of which are
entirely covered with " good sized dia
monds, with a ball incrusted with dia
monds hanging at the end of a gold chain.
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