The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1874-09-03
Two or three days passed by much as

last night, and Lewis Sunderland th
: night before, and Mark Wilson the nigh
d before that, was wondering if you ha,
r one for every evening in the week ?"
!, What nonsense, Rory 4" said Celia
4 turning away in search of something il
t her work-basket.
t is it nonsense ?" said Rory. "Tn
Q sure hope so, for then we have pros
9 pect of quiet evening"
0 A very quiet evening they seemed [,
4 have prospect of, for it was long tim,
5 before either of them spoke word The,
l sat opposite each other, with the light
t stand between, Celia knitting and Ror,
. lazily watching her quick little fingers
fly in and out among the needles. Both
perhaps, thought of just such an evening
four years before.
, There's your moth back again, Celia >
; said Rory, suddenly.
Celia looked up with start, first al
Rory and then at a large moth which in
, fact was circling uncertainty round the
candle-wick.
=" Yes, but he's grown shy he'll be of
again in minute" said the girl, uncon-
sciously following out the thought of her
} mind.
"What odds will you bet on that ?'
asked Rory.
Betting is wrong" said Celia, de-
murely.
Not between cousins" returned Rory,
with equal gravity. "The coral-headed
pin OF mine tO-let me see-to that rose
in your hair, that Mr.. Moth stays and
singes himself?"
Celia did not refuse, and silence con-
senteth. They kept quiet, and watched
and waited.
Not for very long. The winged sim
pleton advanced, retreated, advanced
nearer, executed few zigzag flights and
eccentric curves, then made blind dash
at the flame, and fell scorched on the
table.
"Well?" said Rory, coming round to
Celia, and his eyes looking straight into
hers, while he detached the rose. That
required time and patience, for it was a
thorny bud, and by the time Rory had
finished, one of his fingers was bleeding.
4" You pay dear for your whistle" said
Celia.
No dcarer than expected" an
swered Rory. 81 knew it was brier-
rose," and again he looked at her. He
did not go back to his former seat then,
but drew chair beside her, and leaned
his elbow on the table where the moth
was still feebly fiuttcring.
Poor old fellow" said Rory, looking
down at it with a queer smile, "come and
die in honey" And he picked it up,
and placed it on the rose leaves. "Moths
like roses, too," he said.
You're thinking of butterflies" said
Celia, knitting away most industriously
What's the difference? ?" asked Rory.
"Oh, l don't know-ever so much !"
Well, yes, so much, at any rate, but
terflies are rOvers, and moths are con-
stant-to the candle"
There was another long pause.
DO you remember just such an even
ing as this four Years ago, Celia" said
Rory, at last, "when you called me a |
shirk, and sent me about my business ?"
go Rory" said Celia, reproachfully,
did hope you wouldn't remember all
my silly speeches against me-"
" Against you?" repeated Rory.
"These were the kindest words you ever
spoke to me. Made man of me- Came
just in time, too, for, little longer, and |
should have settled down into regular
village lounger-like old Tom Wiley,
pcrhaps-hanging about the stores, sit
ting on molasses barrels, and drinking old
Jamaica. Might have come to that, who
knows?"
Both laughed.
But, Celia" said Rory, presently,
" Pm not a shirk now, and-is there any
chance for me? You know you're all
the world to me, dear"
The transition from moasses to senti-
ment was so abrupt that it confused Celia
for moment. Then she remembered
Juanita, and her lips compressed. How
dare Rory play with her like that?
Rory" she said quickly, "you ought
not to talk so to me-"
"Why not? ?" said unabashed Rory.
ooh !-you know"
No, l don't. Is it DR.. Heath, or
"No, no! But-aren't you going to
marry your cousin?"
+" hope sol" said Rory fervently.
swell, them"
that?"
What of that!" echoed Celia, with !
glance at him, as if to make
sure he had not been taking Just drop
Of Tom Wilcy's specific" why you can't
marry two people, and you know YOU
'aid yourself the wedding would be next O
year? ?"
ooh, you're thinking of Juanita? Yes.
put her wedding won't be mine, you :
SnOw?"
Not-yours-?"
"Of course not! She's going to marry
| Spanish fellow as light-heeled as she is.
They danced into love together, and now
hey're going to dance into matrimony.n
"Oh!" Scarcely to save her life could
Celia have spoken more than one word. :
Tor have looked up into the dusky blue
yes she felt were waiting for hers. !.
Did you think Juanita was the cousin =
hoped to marry?" said Rory, in lower h
'oice. I've got another cousin \
Jelia-"
Silence; and Celia knitting as if for ;,
wager Rory leaned forward and cap :,
ured both her hands in defiance of the y
larting needle points, and the imminent y y
isk OF another wounded finger. Cecilia" -
aid he, is it DIR. Heath or II" :,
"Its-not DIR. Heath" said Celia. :,
nd then knitting and needles became :,
ntangled in hopeless confusion, and am :,
fraid some of the stitches in that stock :, y
ng had to be taken over again. "
%
"Talking of Juanita, Celia" said Rory. n
y and by, as told you, the packing d
ne of was the making of me; but, all p
he same, wasn't it something Of risk ? n
low did you know but might turn out c,
butterfly instead of moth 2" h
No DANGER" laughed Celia, ignoring u
II her previous doubts and fears. "Once "
moth, always n moth 2" r,
Rory answered this sauey speech as it Il
eserved. But his reply cannot be set
own on paper. b,
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