The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1877-03-07

and away they speed for home once
more.
elbow lovely she looked tonight !"
begins Harold, after a five.minutes'
silence. 'You needn't speak, toad.
After that warm room and the dance
and the supper, it is more necessary
than ever that you should be careful.
All ask of you is to listen. IS a listener
you can t be surpassed, although as /.
talker, like most women, you are apt
to get things little confused. But
don't go to sleep, for that is an insult
I can't and won't stand. Did you
ever see much hair = spun gold And
how charmingly she wears it part in
a wreath about her pretty head, and
part floating free ovr her pretty
shoulders. Blondes There's only
one blonde in the world, and that's
Alberta Lee. Her skin is like the
snow with the moonlight on it; and,
being beautiful because she is 80 fair,
suppose it wouldn't be fair in me to
even dream of her hair turning Brown
Hi, Ned! Good heavens -! the intelli-
gent brute heard that dreadfu attempt
at joke, and tried to run away.
5000, old fellow, won't do it again.
And she never spoke to me, Cora.
And yet when We were boy and girl
together, I've stolen many a kiss from
tina: sweet red mouth unreproved, and
she used to call me my Harold Let
me see-that must have been eight
years ago.
And then, as she grew older, she
grew more shy but I was Harold
still, often dear Harold until her
father. who shows what an idiot he is,
in spite of his years. by encouraging
that greater idiot, Van Rensselaer,,
made that lucky hit in Wall street and
the whole family went abroad to learn
how to play the aristocrat to humble
friends at home. It's true l didn't go
near her tonight. There were too
many around her. The rose that all
are praising is not the rose for me.
And the dance should have liked to
have danced with her, the dance we
danced together in the long ago. she
gave to Louis Vance, the very man
came near knocking down one evening
at her house for taking her picture
from her album and putting it in his
breast pocket, with some silly, spooney
remark about his heart. How her
mother glared at me as I snatched it
from his hand! and she said, with a
cool drawl. pray, Mr.. Brown, what is
it to you?' Deuce take her lovely ,ex.
asperating, bewitching impudence |!
She we'll knew what it was to me, the
golden-haired, liIy-white little hypo-
critic I suppose she'll marry that
Van Rensselaer, he. muttered
something which didn't sound like a
blessing between his teeth-'*or some
of his set, not one of whom is worthy
to hold her fan, the bonnie wee
thing, as our old Scotch nurse used to
say''-breaking off with what in a
woman we would call hysterical
laugh. 81 say, sis, are you asleep?
You needn't say a word, my butterfly !;
just shake your head
The worsted things and wells that
formed the butterfly's cocoon moved
slowly and with difficulty from side to
side.
"All right, dear. I feel as though
I must talk of her tonight, and to
whom can talk but you, my darling :?
my little sister, who has never with
held her love and sympathy from me,
God, bless her! But, Cora, if any poor
fellow had loved you all his life long,
and you had led him to believe for
many years that you returned his af-
lection, and then, growing richer, as
he, through no fault of his own, grew
poorer-if you turned away from him
and smiled upon those who were only
his; superiors in wealth and position,
I'd disown you. Mouse Of my life, I
would indeed!''
''But suppose the poor fellow
never told his love when we met after
a long separation !" whispers the
''mouse OF his life.''
"1n words you mean! Pshaw |!
there are hundred ways in which a
man tells his love, and woman knows
every one of them by heart
''But suppose in another faint
whisper, ''that when she returned
from abroad, she found him a man so
much less manly than the youth she
had left that he could stoop to believe
that because he had become poor, as
the world goes, she could forget the
happy, happy days they had spent to-
gether, and-and cared for each other?
Suppose that lie lent ready ear to
silly reports about her-one, for in.
stance, that she was engaged to be
married to that idiot Van ReRssel.
aer p
s'Cora!
No reply.
"Cora, say T.
Perfect silence.
"You tormenting little thing