The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1876-11-10

next afternoon the uell rang again.
'lou may 90 down, Miss George" he
said. Miss George did a. she was bid
den, for wonder, and, returning after
q reasonable time, remarked that Miss
Kew was wanted. Miss Kew was on
her feet before the words were well out
of Georges mouth.
"Sit down, il you please, Miss Kew"
said Mr.. Reed. - Will 90 down my
self and see your friend; il IL is any
thing urgent, YOU shall follow" Mr..
Reed accordingly descended; nobody
was there. "Iou may remain after
school. Miss Jones'" he said, when he
returned; sand in the meantime | will,
90 prevent any further Interruptions
from visitors, invite YOU 10 take this
seat, which, think, is more than arms
length away from the bell-wire." Miss
Jones had sat where she could watch
her chance, touch the bell-spring, and
take an airing, followed by her favorite
chum.
II must be confessed that after the
last lingering girl had disappeared and
I left Mr.. Reed alone with George in the
echOing schOOl-rOOm with its paneling
/ Of blackboard and chalk-msrks, as if il
I had gone into half mourning, that he
felt Just a little nervous and uneasy. II
was rather ungallant 10 ask her 10 come
To him, il was equally undignified TO go
10 her; however, he went presently and
sat down inthe seat just in front Of her,
facing, and leaning one arm upon her
desk
Miss George" he began, - am
disappointed in YOU"
=" In me-" looking up archly. -
handn't promised any thing, that I'm
aware"
f" wish you would be serious, Miss
Jones'" he pursued. - ! assure You
this seems 10 me . matter Of too much
importance 20 adm. If trifing. |
could not believe that you would stOOp
70 such devices and deceits. Don't YOU
scs how vou wound, how YOU disappOint
me2 How hard II goes with one who
has formed an ideal. and" he paused
m ms elOquence; Miss Jones was re-
garding him with an air of surprise:
he blushed and stumbled in his speech
-" snd-and-I don't know what
was about TO say; however, hope you
are sorry, Miss Georgiei'
- am dreadfully sorry 10 lose my
tea; We were going TO have hot mullins
Aren't YOU hungry, Mir. Reed?"
You don't mean 10 say that you are
not sorry - be flashed. at can not be
possible that y0u have 50 little regard
for truth, you in whom have believed,
with whom / would have trusted every
thing and any thing, y0u whom
love" He paused agaIn, COMPOUNDED
b. MS own words. which seemed to
have slipped from his lips unbidden.
"Mr. Reed, did you keep me after
school 20 listen To proposal2" she
asked, rising quite angrily. alt Is
something quite unusual"
% / did not intend 10. believe Dae, Miss
Jones. Pardon me but out Of the full
ness OF the heart the mouth speaketh- +
l must have been thinking aloud. II
YOU have found out ~ secret, dare I
say YOU arr none the hap --r for it,
al suppose may ~ dismissed if YOU
have nothing more 10 say| There
were tears Of anger or IF something
standing in her eyes.
"YOu mGy be dismissed. have said
too much; YOU have been terribly non .
cOmmittal." He held out MS hand. but
she did not choose 20 see IL, or the dusk
prevented. The stars were coming out
n the evening sky. scents II wild rose
and sveet-fern were blowing in through
the open windows, and Dell was toll
inc softly in some remote church tower /
shall I walk home with you, Miss
JOnes?n he asked, as he locked the
sehOol-hOuse door; "you have quite a
walk over a lonely road
"YOu might have thought Of thai
earlier. / am not afraid, thank you. .
know every rock between here and the
farm" she answered, as he held the
gate open for her 10 pass. Mr. Reeds
emotions were not Of an enviable nature
a. be walked home alone that evening
he had proposed % that little witch, I.
whom he found il impossible TO hate, t
and she had rebuked him. A pretty
affair between teacher and pupil, verify 4
How pleasant il would be 70 open school /
next day, with each young lady ready
% touch MS wound with the scalBel of
her Tidicule, and Miss George more
audaciOus than everi But Miss George
did not present herself, and the mis-
chief Of the others seemed TO proceed
lamely without her. Mr.. Reed thanked
Heaven that il was a half-holiday, a 4
instead Of going home to dinner like a
sensible man-though what lover ever
is sensible, for the matter Of that?-he
struck out for the woods and the river.
a long tramp in the burning sun, and
being exhausted on his walk hOmeward,
he threw himself down in the shade Of
some wild blossomihg shrubs and fell
asleep. He was awakened by the
sound Of voices. Were the leaves talk
ing? Was the wind syllabling familiar