The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1877-02-22
"Oh, indeed! 1 believe you're a story.

"Oh, indeed! l believe you're story
writer"
"Then 1 guessed happily, How i'm
pudent one grows behind mask"
"And what did you guess, Sir Impu-
dence2"
"That somebody fell in love with
you."
~ never heard of it BEFORE"
Then why, pray tell me, would you
care to live over that SUMNER
"'Perhaps to break q country heart
For pastime ere l went to town."
laughed Lii.
"Don't you think this is odd converse
ton for the descendants of our ances-
tors 81
Rather" said Lii. 81 wonder what
they qualreled about ?''-meditatively.
"Perhaps he wrote her lOve-lettcr,
and she took no notice of il"
Perhaps he promised to write her one,
and broke his promise'-with sup
pressed sigh.
However, poetic justice demands that
I should make favorable impression
upon YOU"
perhaps you have done SO already"
laughed Lii "The violins are twang-
ing. This is Mr.. Amory's dance
looking at her tablet" a redowa. hate
redowas; but, all the same, au reo9ir."
Certainly Mr.. st. Regis was rather nice,
and had way not unlike Roger; and, be-
side, it was bit romantic, and-well,
she wished Roger could have known.
mice fellow!" said Conrad, breath
lcssly, echoiAg her thoughts. Seems
devoted-came down tn Stockton with
Bradford-chums at college. Bradford
says he's suffering from an attack of un-
requited love-"
"NOnsense, smiled Lii.
"Yes; you'd think most any girl would
give her ribbons for such catch as Roger
Roanoke"
"Roger-Roanoke?"
Eyes, that's his name. Didn't he tell
your
Roger Roanoke?'
Eyes, why not: Any objections, Lii
Sounds romantic that takes the girls"
"Girls are not such fools as you men
think, Conrad"-with great effort.
My head is all in whirl. I've danced
too long. Take me out, please. be-
lieve I'm going to faint
"The room is deuced warm;" and
Conrad took her out, borrowed smelling
bottle, brought her glass of wine, and
famed her as if she were smoldering
brand.
Please order the carriage, Conrad,
and send me home. These round dances
always give me headache. I'm just fit
to go to bed, and nothing else."
To return 10 the ballroom, where Roger
Roanoke waited Tor his promised dance,
and to unmask at supper, were things be-
ycnd her powers of self-control. Perhaps
if she slipped quietly away, he would
never remember to inquire for her. And
had she not confessed TO him that sine
could live over the days when he an used
himself ut her cost, that he had made the
summer both sweet and bitter to her
How odd that their ancestors had loved
and Quarreled before them! "Surely
history repeats ITSELF" thought Lii, wait
ing in an ante room, her face hidden in
her handwriting for Conrad to bring
her wraps. Presently some one carefully
adjusted the burnOus upon her shoulders.
Thanks, Conrad" she said. "Sue
won't mind my leaving?'
~ begged Mr.. Amory to allow me to
take you home, Miss Elizabeth" said
Rogers voice. Il wanted to ask YOU
why you never answered my letter."
"Why never answered your letter? Oh,
Roger, because you never wrote it,
81 wrote you love- letter which might
have melted an iceberg.''
II never saw it. I expected it; l.
yes, longed for it. Perhaps somebody
else got it; perhaps-Oh, it may have
been burned that night at the Silver Creek
House!' with sudden illumination.
perhaps it kindled the fire with its
warmth" he laughed. "Shall l write
you its counterpart tomorrow
Letters are not to be relied upon; all
sorts of acc. tents happen to them"
perhaps had better come and repeat
the contents"
elf you can re.hcmber."
"The spirit remains, if the letter is lost
Here already? Well. if our ancestors
hadn't Quarreled, we should have been
cousins, Lii, and then l could have
kissed you goodnight without Offense."
II suppose So"
"And what's to prevent me from doing
so now ~
els there anything"
Il should think not. Cousins! /
would sooner be a nearer one yet and a
dearer one, an it please you, Lill!''
Modest to the last!''
Yes" said Aunt Della, at the we'd
ding breakfast, II always thought there
was something between you two sly kit
tens. That letter which I slipped under
your door, Lii, after you'd gone to bed
with one of your headaches, the night
the Silver Creek House burned up like a
rocket, was sure it was Rogers hand
writing, for l had seen it with some very
sweet verses in your album, Lii. No, you
can't deceive old eyes, if they do they wear
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