The Weston Democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1875-current, 1876-11-06
WESTON. w. VA. MONDAY. NOVEMBER 1876. NO.

Kew was Santed. 1Iisa Kew WAS on her
lerL brtto tAu words were well out OF
Geotgie's mouth.
"Sit down, il you please, Miss Kew,"
sai1 Mr.. Reed. ~ will go down myself
aHd sco your friend; il it Ii anything
urgent, you shall follow" Mr.. Reed &C.
cor'liugly descended; nobody was there.
" YOu may remain after school, Miss
JONES'" he said, when ho returned;
"aul in the meantime will, to prevent
any further Interruptions from visitors,
invite you to take this seat, which, !
think, is more than arms length from
the M'll wire" ;i;iss Jones had mt
where she could watch her chance, touch
the boil spring, and take an airing, fol.
lowed by her favorite chum.
1t must be confessed that after the last
lingering girl had disappeared and left
Mr.. Reed alone with Georgia in tho
echoing schOolroom, with itspaneling OF
blackboard and chalk marks, as il it had
gone into half mourning, that he felt
inst little nervous and uneasy. II was
rather ungallant to ask her to come to
him, it was equally undignifed to go to
her; however, he went presently, and sat
down in tho seat just in front OF her,
facing, aud leaning one arm upon her
desk.
Miss Georgia" he begun, 81 am
disappointed in you."
"In mel' looking up archly. "I
hadn't promised anything, that I'm
aware"
Il wish you would be serious, Miss
JONES'" he pursued. al assure you this
seems to mo matter of too much i'm
portance to admit Of trifing. Icould
not believe that you would stoop to such
devices and deceits! Don't you see how
you wound. how you disappoint me
Bow hard it goes with one who has
formed al ideal, and hc paused in
his eloquence; Miss Jones was regard
ing him with m air OF surprise; he
blushcd and stumbled in his speech
aud-aud-I don't know what I was
about to say; however, I hope you are
sorry, Miss Georgia!
"I am dreadfully sorry to lose my
ten; We were going to hayo hot mullins.
Aren't you hungry. Mr.. Reed I"
"You don't mean 10 say that you are
not soEry2" he flashed. at cannot be
possible that you have so little regard
for truth, you in whom L have believed,
witt whom I would have trust d every.
thing and anything, yo1 whom l love 81
He paused again, confounded by his
own words, which seemed to have
slipped from his lips unbidden.
"Mr. Reed, did you keep mo after
school to listen to proposalf" she ask.
ed, rising quite angrily. 1t is some
thing quito unusual. "
al did not intend it, believe me, Miss
Jones. Pardon me; but out Of the full.
ness OF thn heart the mouth speaketh-
1 must have been thinking aloud. uyou
have found ont my secret, l dare say
you arc mono the happier for it,"
81 suppose I may bo dismissed il you
have nothing more to say?" There were
tcars Of anger or OF something standing
III her eyes.
"You may be dismissed. I have said
too much; you have been terribly non
committal." He held ont his hand, but
she did not choose to see it, or the dusk
prevented. The stars wero coming out
in the evening sky, scents Of wild rose
aud sweet / ri were blowing in through
the open windows, and bell was tolting
softly in sOme remote church tower.
"Shall I walk home with you, Miss
Jones1' ho asked, rs ho locked the
schoolhouso door; "you havo quite
walk over Il lonely road."
"You light havo thought OF that
earlier. ] nm not afraid, thauk you.
know evcry rock between here and tho
farm" shs answered, rs lo held the
gate open for her to pass. Mr.. Reeds
elutiUns were not OF m enviable nature
as he walked homo alone that evening;
he had proposed to TINT littlo witch,
whom he found il impossible TO hate,
and sho had rebuked him. A pretty
affair between teacher AID pupil, verify
How pleasant it would be to open school
next day, with each young lady ready to
touch his wound with the scalpel OF her
ridiculp, and Miss George more audA-
cIous thln everl But Miss Georgic did
not present herself, aud the mischief Of
tho others seemed to proceed lanely
without her. Mr.. Reed thanked Heaven
TINT it was n half-holiday, and instead Of
going home 10 dinner like sensible
man-though what lover ever is sensi-
bic, for the matter OF that7-ho struck
out for tho woods and tho river, long
trump iu the burning sun, and being OK.
hausted on his walk homeward, he
threw himself down in the shade OF some
wild blossoming shrubs and fell asleep.
He was awakened by the sound Of
voices. We're tho leaves talkingl Was
tlle wind syllabling familiar wordsH
"Georgio Ind headache this morn
ing when called for her lectures don't
agree with her digestion. All ct once he
sat upright. 1t was Miss Kew who was
speaking, and he could sec her and half
a dozen others through tho opening
among tho boughs, weaving oak leaves
mud gossiping idly.
"Poor Mr.. Reed looked like q ghost
this morniug-a broken reed indeed
I guess he found that Georgia belonged
to still necked generation"
"I wonder what they talked about.
Do you suppose she promised better be-
havior ?"
"Maybe shc promised for better or
worse"
"Pshaw p put in Miss Kew; 81
asked her II he said anything tender,
and she said: Tender is bear
tenderi'"
"He hugsl"
"I'ye told her that he was dead in
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