Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1873-05-29
A NOVEL SPOILED.

10o 0efOl00 was not De0Qtltul, 20 UeR1u
with. not quesnly. not in any wise remark
able. Sbo was just plumy, wihsome
little maiden, and che stood at the garden
gate, that n,oonlit Sunday evening, with
ayr the very reverse Of stateliness and
composure, pulling leaves from rose bush
near by, with nervous Auttsring 6ngera
that did not even know when tho thorns
pricked them. Outside the gate was q
tall figure, face bronsed and bearded ,ani
low voice uttering words half pleasing
half resentful. There was . moments
pause, then the voice questioned, with q
dash OF bitterness: .
@Shall l 60 Maggier
"Just a. you please, Mr.: Clifford !;
"whereupon tho qxestoper turned sud.
denly about and strobe rapidly down the
country road, crushing the glittering sand
under his feet, while Maggie sped into tho
house, up to her room, and bolted her
door as Il afraid of being pursued. She
peeped through q window, from behind
the curtain, until the lonely pedestrian on
the quiet road had vanished from sight ;
then she assured herself that "if Tom
chose to act so-so- she didn't care -
and proved her utter Indifference by bury
ing her face in her pillow with hurst OF
sob', and entire forgetfulness Of the pan
sies in her pretty hat.
They had quarreled about nothine,-at
least she couldn't remember what it be.
gan with,-but Of course is was all over
between ,hem COW, and he would 60 away
as be had said. She wondered, 40 she lay
with her flushed, fearful face turned to
waed the stars, how it would seem to die
that night, and 90 away from it ell.
Wouldn't somebody be sorry tben7 She
always wished she could do it,-not quite,
because ono doesn't like to stop in the
middle Of story, even If it 10 onu's own
and besides what good would his remorse
do her It she never could know anything
about it,
Tom, on his homewarl walk, dicoursed
fariouely to himself upon tho 6ckleness
anu perversity Of all womank,nd. "Not
one Of the whole race worth breaking a
fellows heart for" he remarked savagely,
though with q queer little quiver about
bis lips tho while. Ono thing was certain,
he would not ssay moping there. The
world was wide, and there was nothing
now to hold HIM back. He would resign
mis- place in the village store. and join the
party for Arizona. Yes, be would take
The first morning train for the city and toll
Golfer he would 60 there was fortunately
time enough for that yet, and if it left
brief space Tor preparation, 20 much the
better. He should not wait for people to
change their opinion, he thought, fancyine
that BY "people" he meant Miss Maggie
out in reality fearing moro fsltering oi
purpose in nearer party.
Let the Sunday might be what it may,
Monday morning foil ,ws it all the same
Maggie was glad that it was Monday
morning, since it left her at liberty to 81,
in corner by the window, unquestioned
and undisturbed, while busy Aunt Polly,
who would allow no inexperienced fingers
to intermeddle in her washing, and lame
Aunt Becky, who always would stay
where Polly was, were in the kitchen id.
joining. No ordinary kitchen was this,
steaming, soapy, aud diseonsolate. The
latter lady was unusually talkative on
wash. day. Possibly beiBg surrounded
by tubs and piles Of fine linen suggested,
vaguely, pulpit or speakers strand
perhaps, having had all Sunday to thinl
in, her opinions needed shaking out and
smoothing before they wero laid away tul
q week. At any rate, Miss Polly had q
way Of doing up the world and her wash.
ing together.
'Most through, Polly7" questioned Mis-.
Becky, a. she always did every half hour,
"Can't say l am" responded Mis-,
Polly, with snap that shook out a Dull
of wet hose and her words at the same
time not unless I view my washiu' tn,
came way these new style poets do th.
robe of righteousness. and think q might,
little is tie whole ont. One clean stock
ing is enough, 'cordiw to them. No matter
how muca mud body has gono into, 8,
he's managed to keep ono foot out.
don't b'l;eve no suchi"
! "Why of course; to be sure !" admittet
Miss Becky, with mild inde6niteness.
"Curious what kinds of folks this worl.
docs hold, anyt,owi" pursued Miss Polly
gazing meditatively into the depths Of he
tub. There's Them that has health o.
the brain, nOw-not that their brains is u
particular healthy neither, that l know Of
but there always u talkin' about it. io'
must 10 this, ana you mustn't do gOthel
tor fear you'll spile your constitution an
oil your bylaws Some Of 'em says its
sin to be sick. Pears to me, if that's SC
the wickeder you must be,and dyin' woul
seem filter to send lolks to the penitentiu
ry than to heaven. 1t makes things loo
considerably mixed"
"There's the railroad smash.ups, Polly,
suggested Miss Becky affoctingiy.
Hump! Well, l should think thor
was. But every body can't expect to z.
killed that way, though the company
offer great ;nducements,' y" mutsered Nj,
Polly.
~Say, Aunt Polly, can't l sail ships
your tuD ?" interposed u small voice au
pair of blue eyes and hcad of tangle
yellow curls appeared in the doorway.
, But Miss Polly was to busy to motto
, even when the liftle M vi GATOR tonk s;lan<