Buchanan County bulletin. [volume] (Independence, Iowa) 1869-1891, 1877-03-30


you sail-because she didn't rush
INTO your arms and kiss you at meet
ing, us she did at parting, three years
before. Can't You understand, you
ho,rid, splendid old boy,that what is
just allowable i'll Il girl of Is would
be highly improper III u girl o. lS.-
And you have only called on her
once since her return-nLce i'll six
long months; and pray what did
your lortlship do Oh that occasion?-
Scowled and growlel Il, Louis Vance
i'll such fcroc'ous manner that he
told my Fred-poor Fred! what Il
pity they're taking count of stock to-
nhght!--he actually thought" with Il
little cEuckle, "you were losing your
SENSES. And whats more, Mr.. H.r-
old Brown"-and the dimpled chin
is thrust forward detiantly-'I think
and 50 does Fred, that it's your duty
to apologize for the way you behaved
that evening. And | don't believe
she's engaged to Dan Van Rensselaer,
at all. That was only Il rumor that
hoated over he.e from Paris, and l
See no reason why you should ac
cep it for the blessed truth any
more than you do the thousand and
one reports that are always floating
about. And, Harold, if you really
love her, why don't you tell her SO?
Fred told me the moment he tonnd
out. But there! l shan't talk any
more, it's no use"
ut is not" declares Harold, with
emphasis. For, unless, by some un
forseen turn in the wheel OF fortune,
she becomes rs poor as myself, and
| don't believe the VIII el contcm-
plates amy such turn, | shall never
speak love to Miss Alberta Lee"
"Rude, obstinate, wretched boy"
scol,is the little sister; II wash III,
hands of you. II You insist on be-
.rg unhappy, be SO. Not another
word do you hear from me tonight,
tor my breath is all frozen on my
veil, making it stiff and unco'nt'rla-
BILE, and I've reason to think, not
withstandlng my promise to the con
lrary. my biz brother, Pm going to
sneeZe."
"My darling" cries the big broth
er, tunbling in his grra,-coat pocket,
"lve another sky, or moon, or clonl,
Or whatever you call it, here
brought ii rs | came along Tor fear
',Uar," interrupted Cora, solemnly,
"lt you wrap anJther thing about
ne, even if it he the finest goss mer,
| shall cease to BREATH" and she
twlnes the veil she had untolded
about the lower part OF the face
again, and relapses into silence.
"IIere she is and time, | think"
says Harold, his blue flashing with
no pleasant light, as Il laughing par
ty ran down the steps OF the Lee
mansion and crowded into the empty
sleigh. "And thunder and Mars!
that internal Dan Van Renesselaer
is at her side. G'lang Ned.!" sava-
g.ly. Aud away they all start
lang Ching, singing and shouting, AS
only young people sleigh riding on
a tine moonlight night can laugh
and sing and shout.
An ,.our's ride, and then stop an
hour or two AT an old fashioned coun-
trv would there were more of
them! for dance, the sole music tor
which was furnished by very old
violin, played by still older d.rky,
when the dance was ended, proceed
ed to display his musical skill with
much rolling of the eyes and stamp
ing Of the right foot by performing
"A composition Of his own, the theme
being "rhe Queens Visit to the
Garden of Roses" and the most noti-
ceablc point in which WAS "hun-
unn-um," commencing piamisSino,
crescen,lo, to fortis>imo. and then
(until the Queen Bee
flew away again), and i supper.
AT the supper, an immense turkey
presided, fl nked by crisp salads,
boiled quailS, and the various pies
of the country; but he, the turkey,
didn't preside long, for he was soon
re e,iuced to much less than skele-
ton, and the sleiyhs were brought
from the stable, and the heads of the
horses, the horses nothing 10th, turn
ed homewar,l; and the good-nalurcd
landlady, and the red haired cham
bernaid, and Dan Van Rensselaer,
and his chuns, had all they could
do in the way of searching for arti-
cles OF wearing apparel, AMI helping
on jackets, and holding shawls and
cloaks, and tying wells, for at least
fifteen minutes.
"Hurry np," at length shouts some
one from outside, "if we want to get
to the city before the moon turns her
back on us" and down stairs they
90 pcll-mell, heltcr-skelter, and jump
and tumble, and are lifted into the
sleighs again.
Harold Brown graSps his own
particular charge from the group as
they reached the roadside, and care
fully seating her i'll the sleigh, heaps
the heavy robes around her ant
sprany in himself.
Hundreds of silvery bells jingle
together in pleasant discor,l; the old
darky, whose Queen Bee had never
extracted SO much honey with an
"m" from the garden of roses before,
filings his battered hat in the air and
shouts, "Hurrah!" and then scizes
his old violin and plays ''Hail Col.
umbia," us though every note was Il
soldier of 1916; and away they sped
for home once more.
"IIow lovely she looked to-night?'
begins Harold, after five minutes
"You needn't speak, toad.
After that warm room and the dance
and the supper, 1t is more necessary
than ever you should be careful. All
| ask Of you is u listen. As a list
ener, you can't be surpassed,a although
as Il ,alker, like most women, you
are apt to get things little contus-
ed. But don't go to sleep for that is
an insult | can't or won't stand
Did you ever see such hair?-spun
gold! And how charningly she
wears iIl mart in wreath about her