Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1877-01-04

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supposed you myth" he said, with one
of his bright laughs. "What are you
going to say to me in excuse for running
away fortnight ago, and keeping away
ever since. Do you know you robbed
me of five waltzesi"
"I-I-Belle-tha is, mamma Il
mean couldn't stay. And you danced
the waltz, you know"
"Indeed didn't. / searched for you.
Not finding you, / sat still the rest of
the evening. Then the next night
came over to let you apologize, and you
wouldn't come down to see me. / tried
to see you on tine street, and you always
vanished. Now, what have / done 2"
asked the pet of society, looking sim
cerely puzzled.
"Oh did you really not dance 2"
asked the delighted Christy.
Really, no. Why do you ask 2"
oh +! IL thought-they said"
Who said" the young man asked,
surprised at the simmer of tears in
Christy's eyes.
Nobody"
Mr.. Ross, not knowing what to say
after this climax, eat silent. Christy
desperately attempted to explain her
self.
"Why, tEoaght-people thought
you were just dancing with me for fun,
and laughed Mt me because / didn't
know how to act and" Here Christy
broke down and burst into tears.
For moment Mr.. Ross looked con-
founded; then exclaimed:
Thought / was laughing at you
WhyP
81 know I'm not grown-up, and
oughtn't to have gone to a grown-up
party. ! had never been at one before"
sobbed Christy, pitifully.
"Why, my poor little girl, / never
thought of laughing at you. You dance
like fairy. Who could have told you
such q thing :" he exclaimed, distressed.
No answer. All the sorrows of the
past weeks seemed to be crowded into
the moment, and Christy cried as if her
heart would break.
"I1l never 60 to dance again till /
am young woman"
Probably, if she had been O young
lady, Mr.. Ross would not have acted Just
as he did. In q moment he hal taken
her hand, drawn her down on the settee
by his side, and was vainly conjuring her
not to cry.
." 1t is too hard of you," he pleaded.
inI have staid two weeks for no reason
the world but to see my little river
gypsy again, and now she won't look at
me-"
She did look at him with wilc eyes of
wonder.
"Staid to see mel Oh you don't
mean soi''
why do you say thati"
You're laughing at me again, as If
didn't know"
"Weni" was the patient query.
Poor Christy was crimson to the waves
OF hair on her forehead, but she finished !
braveiy from behind her screen of
curls:
GAS If didn't know that you are |
Bellies beau"
There was a pause. IL Christy had |
dared to look mp at the young mans I
face, she would have seen first bewilder-
ment, then amusement, then another ex-
preston harder to define, as he said,
rather mischievously:
eyes, Bellies beau-Christabel's
beau Z"
Christy uttered little cry, and hid
her face. Mr.. Ross began to think he
should never see the face again, it was
30 persistently concealed.
"Won't you look at mef Christy,
won't you tell me if offended you {"
Silence, till he was fain to ask again
Won't you tell me whether you care
for me Q"
"Oh." was the almost inaudible an
swer, "you know do"
81 don't know how I know. I can't
see any thing but your curls, and want
10 see your eyes. Christy, your mother
is coming in ut tho front gate.'
The last sentence was effectual.
Christy sprang to her feet with the idea
Of escaping, but found herself de-
tanned.
"She is not here yet. Stop Just one
and tell me if may ask your
mother if she will let you marry me
some day. Christy, may II"
And Christy, blushipg like rose, an
swered low:
Yes-some day-when am young
lady !"-Harper's Bazar.