Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1876-04-06

IN The garden cleaned like q proph'
ecy OF the wealth she might possess
it she would. No mora calicoes .ant
kitchen work; but, instead
Are you never going to tell N,
yes?'
Some answer that Lottie managed
70 utter earned her so many kissei
that she strongled again 10 rise.
Let me 60 please! she entreated
scarlst with shame.
'Well, | want TO put this ring OF
your fiager. Therel and now
An approaching footstep startled
them. Mr.. Davenport rose hastily
and Lottie too spraDg TO her feet
Susan, the house-maid, appeared II
the doorway, and Mr.. Davenport
,arned abruptly down the garden
path,
BE them pease shelled Miss Lottie?
NO but almost. What time is it?'
Eleven and quarter
LOttie went TO work 10 serious
earnest, despite her excitement, bul
she was fated to have another inter,
ruption, in the shape of tall, blue
eyed youth, who came up the gar
ced path with several fish dangling
from rod.
'Therel' be said, dropping these or
the piazza, and throwing himself
down in the place Mr.. Davenport
had just vacated, those are for Susan
if she wants them. I've had good
luck tits morning. | suppose the
fishes want to celebrate my last holt
day. Don't you think so, Miss Lot
tie?'
Your last holiday' was the blank
rejoinder. what do you mean?
five got to go back to the city to-
morrow, Two of the clerks are sick.
Ho for c&shmeres and muslins againl
He looked up at Lottie rather ex-
pecteoly, hoping for some expression
OF regret; bu5 not a word did she
say. A sudden psllor had replaced
the flush on her face, however. The
heavy seal ring that Mr.. Davenport
had placed on her finger most mop
portunely clipped off just here, fell
from her lap, and rolled along the
step slowly The newcomer picked
il up, changed color as his eyes fell
upon it, but merely said, as he hand,
ed it back.
'Yoa have new ring haven't
you?
'Ye-yes.
Ho watched her as she hastily
pushed it on again; then said, rather
Indignantly,
You haven't told me whether
you're sorry Pm going or not.
OF course Pm sorry, Mr. Willard,
waa the reply, in etifed tones, for
Lotlie was bending iof another
handful Of pods.
Of course! Is thai all? Well, that's
the way with women. A man be-
lieves Il woman will perhaps think
kindly OF him when no is gone, will
perhaps regret his departure from
her, az he regrets it himself; and she
tells him calmly, why 'oi course, OF
course, she is sorry !!
Lotte was making sad work with
the peas. Spite Of all she could do,
little culver of the lips betrayed
her agitation as she responded bur
ridly, 'Why, | mean it. What
what can [ say but just shat-that
Pm sorr5?'
And yon call me Mr.. Willard
Harry, theD!' with an apprehen-
sive glance down the garden path
'Lottie | beleive you have made a
VOW not to look at me. Do put
those conf mean those pease-out
of the wayp
Il can'd-you musn'! There, now
see what you've donep cried Lottie,
in real distress, as an ungarded move
ment sent the basket and its contents
rolling down the steps.
I'llp pick up every pea if you'll sit
still five minutes and talk to me,
Lottie, now tell me truly are you
sorry I'm going2 Shall you ever
want to see me when I'm miles
away from this little town, back in
Now York?
ooh, don't, DON'T How can you
bother me so? Indeed, | must pick
up the peas this minutt!'
The tears rolling down the round
checks were sufficient answer, bat
man-Fke, Harry persisted.
Il don't see how | bother you. IT,
only simple question but know
what the real answer is-you dom
care straw I'm only poor clerk
and there are plsnty of rich widowerl
in the world
'Oh, Harry /
This time Lotto sobbed outright
and so piteous!y that Harry wa
conquered.
i ought to DO ashamed of mysell
| know | had ! Don't cry pleas
don't cry, dear. If you knew bal
how sorry | AN myself-how i
seems to me never can go awaI
from you-you wouIdn't blame NE
you'd forgive me, if | am brute
You do care about me, don't you
Lottie?
No answer. but unresLrained sob
aud mute resistance as he tried /
take her hand.
| Lottie! There was volume c
/ reproach in the one word.
'On, dop't, don't! You mustn't tai
to mo any longer
And 700 WON'T answer me-?
No reply.
And you DONE love me2'
Silence sill.
Sadderly an arm stols aroun
Lottie's waist, and the hidden fac
was lifted aud scanned by pair {
clue eyes.
'Lotlie, do you love me or not P
IL don't know mean | don
II can't. You mustn't talk to m
So
why not?
Because II must she'll the peas
what in the world is the matte
with you?
NOTHING. said Lottie, freeing be