Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1873-11-27

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borhood?"
"You don't seem fond Of her." she said
quietly.
Tom painted viciously. II hate fast
girls" he said at last
''How do you know she's fasts You
never saw herr
81 have heard about her." Tom said,
gloomily.
what have you heard about herr" his
companion demanded sharply.
"Why, there was Ernest Browne, he met
her little while ago. She talked slang
the whole time to him, and-and swore, /
think he said, and wanted to smoke.
Then Tiverton told me she was the best
hand at quoting Artemus Ward he had
ever heard. Bah! hate a girl that quotes
Artemus Wardr' and Tom switched
yiciously at the dandelions with his cane
His companion watched him with
mischievous'smile.
~ acish yeu tcould be less keerless uith
that aoeppin!" she said, you'll upset my
water directly, and then you'll have to go
and get some more"
"Now don't you begin it," Tom pleaded
"Why notg | like Artemus."
Tom shrugged his shoulders.
well, Ills tOTmcubOT COutluuCU, nave
you any other fault to find with your
bride?'
'She's not my BRIDE"
"But she will be-"
"No, Pm bothered if she will" Tom
broke out, vehemently.
WHAT Will you buy your freedom
with Hillingdon and seven thousand a
year?"
AYE, and think it cheap at the price"
Complimentary to Miss Leigh Shall
1 tell her"
Leigh
you've not told me your name yet"
said Tom, after while.
"My manner" she repeated. "Oh, never
mind my name"
"But l do mind your name. Wontyou
tell me?"
my name is Nellie, too" she said,
musingly.
"Shall call you Nellie, then ?" he ask
ed.
certainly not" she said, coldly, and
recommended painting vigorously. He
was getting on too fast.
Tom watched her silently "Won't you
forgive me?" he pleaded, after while.
"Shall ?" she said, holding her sketch
at arms length to observe the effect
eyes, do" said Tom; "its SO Christian"
"Then | will" and she gave him her
hand with most adorable smile. Tom
felt sadly inclined to kiss it, but refrain
ed.
snow" said she, consulting her watch,
81 must be off,"
Sand will you permit me to carry your
things?" asked Tom.
But at this moment she was capricious,
as ladies will be sometimes, and positive
ly refused to allow him to do any such
thing. Then arose struggle for the
things" which were, however, captured
by Tom after short resistance.
She turned and walked majestically
away as Tom gathered up the implements
with grin, and followed her. When he
came up to her she was sitting on stile,
looking dreamily on the ground. She
raised her eyes as he approached.
"Mr. Luttrell," she said, 81 want to
speak to you seriously"
Tom deposited his burden on the
ground, sat himself on log facing her,
and waited solemnly.
II want to know If you're quite deter
mined not to marry Miss Leigh?"
81 am" he replied, looking steadily at
her, and tapping his teeth with her IL. b.
pencil.
"Since when?" He hesitated.
"Since whcn?" she repeated impcrious-
ly.
Tom began to dig little holes with his
stick
'sWell, within the last few days." he
said at last.
If he had been looking at her he might
have seen the smile and blush of pleasure
which lit up her face as he spoke.
"You see," he continued, sits my
fathers marriage, not mine; and man
likes to choose his own wife. / dare say
there's no real harm in the young person.
If she's your friend, 1t speaks well tor her,
but still"
"But still what? You've never seen
her; how can you tell you won't like
her ~
Tom became more than ever absorbed
in his excavations.
"The truth is" he blurted out between
the digs, 1.-THE truth is, that lately, quite
lately, think I've seen the only girl l
shall ever care to ask to be my wife" and
he looked suddenly up at her.
She rose confused; began to consult her
watch earnestly.
II must go, really. Please give me my
things This is the park boundary, so l
won't Trouble you any more"
She sprang over the siiie as she spoke,
interposing it between them as they said
adieu.
when shall / see you again." he
asked, as he held her hand at parting.
She allowed it TO linger in his as she an
swered:
aOh, soon, dare say; perhaps when
you least expect it," And gently return
ing the pressure of his hand, she turned
away. After few steps she looked
back.
"Any message to Miss Leigh9" she
asked mockingly.
"Oh, confound Miss Leigh" growled
Tom, Il wish she was in 0taheite." Then,
seating himself on the stile, he lit cigar
and watched her graceful figure till he
could see 1t no longer. Suddenly he
smote his thigh--'By Jovet never got
her name, after ALL" he said.
Immediately on arriving at his inn he
commenced cross-examination OF his
hostess, by which he learned two facts.
First, that Newlands was the property OF
Sir John Turnbull; and secondly, That