The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1877-10-25
From the Chicago Ledger.
A Story Of Passion and Jealousy.
BY S, c. A.

anu HidiueI Hdlf- Inc DlrQs SANG
.weetly as they hoped from branch Il
branch. The tall pines nodded thei
proud heads as the breeze passed whis
pering through them; at their feet, thu
profusion of tall grasses denoted tn,
dampness of the shady woodland
In the distance low, musical
murmur betrayed the fall Of cascade
Overhead the bright, blue sky was dotted
with feecy clouds, waiting for the suns
sharp needles to knit them into shadow
blankets for the hills below. All nature
seemed at peace.
Suddenly, low laughter rang through
the forest and was echoed from the hill
behind. The noise of cracking brusl
and the rustling Of dead leaves stilleC
the song of the merry birds as a youtl
and maiden appeared and stood beneath
the waving pines.
What beautiful spot, Ed Spread
the shawl and let us rest here awhile,
said the girl in Joyous tones.
The young man took the shawl care
lessly from its resting place on hi.
shoulder, and spread it out, stretching
himself at full length thereon
The young girl stood leaning against &
tree, hat in hand, looking wistfully
through the long path by which they
had come.
g | say, don't you think it rather damp
here?' interposed Ed.
But the girl did not hear. He turned
and glanced curiously up in her face
the face of his .foacee, noting, as he did
so, with the true characteristic Of a
critic, the lack of regularity in hel
features, the pale complexion, the thin:
cut lips, the dark eyelashes, shading the
expressive grey eyes.
While he mentally took in these
points, she turned quickly, and, looking
him full in the face said: "Well, what
do you think of me?' He flushed slightly
As he answered, "Pm afraid my opinion
would not interest YOU
No! but | can easily guess it, IT
would not be very difficult, she retorted
bitterly.
a long pause followed these words
broken only by the renewed twitter OF
the birds and the measured stroke of .
woodman's AK in the distance. Ed
braided and unbranded the fringe of the
shawl. Marian, for so was the young
girl called, tied and united the strings Of
her hat
Finally Ed. broke forth, 81 say, Mar.
ian, why do we always fall into this strair
OF talking when we are alone?"
i had not noticed that we did but il
it bores you we had better bring Aunt
Mary next time we come" interrupted
Marian.
The young mans face clouded, but he
only said, Perhaps it would be better
to bring Aunt Mary, and leave me be
hind
Marian's eyes flashed; color came t,
her pale face, as she answered, "Tha
arrangement would please me very we'll
Ed. rose and bowling low before hel
said, Perhaps Miss Gray would prefer
Aunt Mary's society to mine now"
certainly would at the present mo
ment, " she said, hastily.
The young gentleman raised his hat
and with " Good afternoon" he walked
quickly away into the forest. and was
soon lost to sight.
Tears came to Marian's ewes when the
last footsteps had died away, and she sal
'itNI plI lIit pIbu SlldWl.
Tie is very unkind to go and leave
me like that. | do believe he is Jealous
because Harold Watson paid me so much
attention, last night" Her thoughts took
another direction, and the handsome face
OF Harold Watson came before her eyes
How warmly he had pressed her hand III
the Lanciers at the party the night
before. He was going away, he had
said, but hoped to return soon, for the
little town of n had many attrac-
tions for him. The tears were dried, as
she recalled the curious looks the girls
had cast when they saw her promenading
with the great catch, Harold Watson.
But soon poor Ed, the party, Harold Wat
son, and all Were forgotten in a refreshing
sleep. Yes, Marian slept; the pretty
head resting against the old pine. her
hands crossed on her lap, while the
shadows began To creep over the hills.
The wood music had ceased; even the
birds were still.
And there, Is the suns last ray had
disappeared, Harold Watson stumbled
upon the sleeping Marian A look OF
eXultation came over his features as he
saw who it was; look not pleasant to
see. He stopped down beside her
and took one of her little hands
in his. He longed To awake her
with kiss, but did not dare. He
touched her gently ON the shoulder.
She half opened her eyes. and by some
strange fatality said softly, Harold"
JOY and triumph shone in every fea-
ture OF the mans face. but he controlled
himself and said. al am sorry to
disturb you, Miss Marian, but il is grow
ing late, and | thought you would accept
of my escort home
Marian, now fully awake, blrshed at
the chances of admiration east upon her
by those black eyes, rs she related how,
being tired, she had fallen asleep.
30, laughing and talking they wendell
their way through the wood. They were
nearly to the home of Marian when
they met Ed, who explained that he
had seen Marian's Aunt who told him
Merriam had gone into the forest and had
not yet returned, 50 he had come out to
find her. He said he was glad to see she
was in good hands. bowed to them both.
and walked on.
Harold Watson thought within HIM
self, The fellow is Jealous" while
Marian had the same thought. modified,
she felt, with little thrill of Joy. How
nice II was to have somebody think of
her when she was not with them. Then
agaln, she felt some compunction when
she thought how be had looked.
But they had reached the gate, the
good-bye's were TO be said. and Mr.. Wat
ION was 10 leave the next morning: and
with his dark eyes looking into hers she
thought she really was sorry to part from
him.
As she slow y went up stairs 10 smooth
her hair she shed few tears: she did nor
know exactly for what
Down stairs in the cosy dining room
Aunt Mary sat waiting for her niece.
Eighteen years before her sister-in-law
had died, leaving for substitute her