Knoxville journal. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1874-1986, 1877-01-17

| ike. SuanleieSs HlfG AItiui--
ssStop, stop, Cynthia; you arc
going 90 Or, she lid qSietlS, bdl
there wasan OMNIBUS light n hh
! hszel eyes, Belle is peefectly in
nocent; you are accusing her I'M
JUSTLY"
"And you-you are not changed
at all; you are the same that yot
were Ia nnpnth ago? You,i too, lars
perfectly Innocent she went on
TIE made no reply.
"And you haven't been making
love to Belle Gould?n
son my word and honor, haven't
Goodnight"
81 don't believeit. Idon't believe
it,, she cried, turning to- me jas he
left the dom; but / cou!dsee she
was inclinedto believe it, strong al
appearances were against him, fol-
Roy had never told her downright
faIsehood yet--at least she had never
found him out in one.
The next day Roy came as usual,
but he greeted bis irate lady-love as
"Cynthia," not "My Queen" and
walked directly over to where Belle
sat in the bay-window with some
trihing work i'm her hand.
81 want my gloves" said he,
standing before her. She looked up
with blush.
"I'll knit you pair Of mittens,"
she retorted. "And now" rising,
"let me pass. No frivolity for me
to-day. must go to my room, lock
the door, and acrite letters. Don't
you pity me?"
"From the bottom Of my heart, I"
said Roy, Iaughingly; and she ran
away.
Just then Mark poked his head in
at the window. Come girls,o he
said; "get your hats. ITS a lovely
day. I've got The ponies here, and
well drive to The bay"
"WilI you go, Roy?" asked.
"No, thanks" was the reply; j
have an engagement, and can only
stay to see you off,"
Cynthia said nothing, but left the
room, and joined Mark on the
porch. In n few moments we were
in the carriage, and Roy lifting his
hat TO us, The was fond Of lifting his
hat TO show his bonny brown cnrlsJ
sauntered away in the opposite di-
rection.
We hadn't gone more than half
mile when Cynthia said to me, in a
hoarse whisper-~the first words she
had spoken since we had started
"The engagement is with her. I'm
sure of it, and I'm going back. j
can stand this no longer"
Her face frightened me-those
very dark people, speak plainly, do
look perfectly devlish when they're
mad and ! called out, Mark "Please
stop and let us get out, Mark; Gym
thia is not well.'
Mark, raising his eyebrows, was
on the point of making some uncom-
plimentary remark, when ! pinch
ed his arm--I'd made up my mind
| by this time about the one l liked
best, you know and with n gesture
babe him be silent. Like the dear,
good fellow he was, he obeyed in
stantly, reined in the ponies, sprang
to tho ground, helped us dismount
and then drove off without word.
Queen walked on silently and rap
idly toward the house. / followed
her; and when we reached the gard
en- gate tho first sound that greeted
our ears was merry laugh-Roy's
laugh.
The grape arbor was just inside
the gate. A splendid apple-tree
grew beside it and beneath the ttree
was rustic seat. On this seat Gym
thia sank, her lips firmly set and her
hands clasped tightly together and
pressed upon her heart. Roy's voice
from the arbor, came distinctly.
"They are going to the bay, my
darling, and we shall have a whole
happy hour together. Come, lay
your sweet head on my breast and
give me a kiss, and then I'll get you
that highest bunch Of grapes; being
the highest, ii is sure to be the sweet
est.
Something was murinured in re-
ply.
mo, no, my lammie, she's not the
sweetest. The rule don't hold in
that case"
Another murmur.
Wrong, my pretty one. No, 1t
isn't. Bless your dear heart, there
never was any positive engagement
between us. / was taken at first
with her coal black eyes and her
queenly ways. But queens lose
their queenllness when they fly in
a rage rs she did last night. Heav-
ems! what fury she looked! Inever
really loved her, nor she me, for that
matter. IL was only n romantic fan
cy on the part Of us both, nothing
more. But now / love with all my
heart and soul. More grapes,
deary?o
Another murmur.
Then laugh from Roy what
clear musical laugh the young wretch
had!
"Why, Belle
But at this moment Queen, unable
to contain herself longer, with a pas
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