The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1874-07-02
The Quarrel.

The Quarrel.
They hung heavy plumes of purple,
over the little gateway in that bright
afternoon-th 1st of June. A chari.
table breeze swept one scented bunch
Of bloom bit aside, just out of the
reach of little brown hand that had
a moment ago ruthlessiy stripped of
half its blossoms.
But the owner of the hand had al
ready turned about, with toss of hel
black curls and flirt of her pink cal
leo dress, that scared the butterflies,
and before the branch swung back she
was fastening up the trim garden
path, and finging back sharp speech
over her shoulder at tall, sunburned
young fellow who, with vexed light
in his eyes, stood in the gateway
watching her.
"Oh, it don't matter what / think
Indeed, 1 don't think at all. You
may take whom you like to the next
May-dance-you won't take D1e!u 4
1t was such pretty shoulder over
which these words were cast, and
there was such rosy flush of anger
on the round cheek half yelled in curls,
that it is no wonder John Armitage
took two or three steps in pursuit OF
the speaker; but he stopped, drew
himself up with sndden pride, and said
one reproaehful word. tlU lstf
Nancy"
The one addressed wavered a little
in her retreat, then resumed it with
increased celerity.
"Will you stop and listen to me ?''
the young man queried, his rising in
dIgnation somewhat modifying his
tone of appeal.
"Now and the pink calico swept
the myrtles on either side OF the walk
faster yet. tszE ~
tiVery well,u was the angry re-
sponse, as he who had pleaded turned
toward the gate. "But mark my
words; you'll be sorry for this before
these bushes heFe'-brushing the low
sprays sharply aside-''are out of
bloom Now good-by."
Nancy, peeping from behind cur
tain after his retreating figure, cried.
Perhaps the soliloquy will tell why.
swell, it's all over between US now,
any way. It's his fault, too. He'd
no business to take any one else to the
May-dance when / couldn't go.
shouldn't wonder if he's gone down to
Sarah Anderson's now. They'll be
engaged next thing, and she'll crow
over me finely. He'll try to make me
jealoUsh-here Nancy had spasm of
crying" See If L won't make him jeal-
Gus first !n
The way she would do it became ap-
parent the next afternoon, when,
dressed in q jaunty blue suit that set
off well her creamy complexion, dark
curls, and tinted cheeks, she started
for the village. The dainty blue silk
parasol was lowered a little as she
came to the pretentious block of build
ings opposite the hotel, upon one Of
which hung the sign, 'Dr. Miles Gray.
Office hours from to 10 A. NJ, from
8 to p. NJ" But the face Of the
building was blank, and the office cur
tains lowered; so, with an impatient
exclamation under her breath, Nancy
went on to the postoffice, where, get
ting no letter, she turned discOntent-
edly toward home.
The Fates forbade her. She had not
accomplished quarter of the distance
before the lignt roll of wheels made
her turn her head and start percepti-
bly,. In moment more young DIR.
Gray, whose natty top-buggy was the
envy of all the men, and whose fasci-
mating smile had won the hearts of all
the women, had drawn up his horse
ut her side, and leaped to the ground,
and bad asked, eagerly. %
miss Evans, may have the pleas
ure Of driving you home ?" ee
The color frightened IN Nancy's
cheeks, the light in her eyes, as she as
sented with a charming smile; and in
a moment they were slowly bowling
along the road, and the blue ribbons
were blown against the doctors broad
cloth.
DIR. Gray was young, handsome,
not deficient in brains, with pocket
money enough to prevent him from
being tragieally earnest in his profess
sion, and very much in love with the
coquettish bit OF womannood by his
side. As for Nancy, she was little
afraid of the gray eyes that could be
quiZZical as well as admiring, and of
the smile that sometimes curled the
corners of the black moustache. But
Nancy was minus lover just then,
the doctor was q ''catch,D and so she
laughed and chartered as the bay
horse tretted along.
The farmhouse came in sight too
soon, and the doctor stopped midway
in speech to inquire:
won't you take longer ride? It's
such beautiful afternoon!u
Nancy demurred, as in duty bound.
"J-don't know. / guess it must be
-'most tea-time." ~
The doctor laughed, and held his
watch before her. 1t was precisely
-four. is. -l..t,sffts7F Fiffa t5r--
"Oh, well, them began Nancy,
somewhat confused. "But aren't
these your Office hours ?n
"Confound my office hours ~ COM
mented the doctor to himself Aloud
he said, "Iim sometimes obliged to
break through my hours. Pm going
now to see IA patient on the out
skirts of the town. So they drove
on. 90 tttE tBsI fs
The 'pAtient" could hardly have
been in critical state. The doctor
leaning back in the carriage, let the
lines lie loosely on the horses back as
LucS pdSScu SlOHly luLOuBu SlduY
wood rosds smelling of pines, while
the light breeze fluttered light curIs
across Nancy's arch black eyes, and
the blue silk parasol had to be held up
to keep the sun from her rosebud Of q
face. The doctor had q lurking fear
that Nancy was rustic and Ignorant,
but ah she was so prettyl 4 d
How far they rode in this lazy way,
wholly wrapped in conversation, is
not known. How far they would
haYe ridden is uncertain, if Nancy
had not sent a misehievious glance
straight into the gray eyes, and inqui-
red:
"Why, wheredoes that patient of
yours liY6 ~ - ~ AFi
The doctor laughed frankly, color
ing nevertheless.
'T see that you understand the
"ways that are dark and the tricks
that are vain pretty well, Miss Nam
cy. And now I don't dare to tell you
what l was going to before you
spoke"
"What was il? ?" queried Nancy, Gu
rious and conscious. 81 20
TIT was" said the doctor, bending
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