Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1878-11-06

shuts the window down and herself out
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senses, and, presto! the scene changes
for the odor is unmistaksbly that OF q
cigar. She stands perfectly motionlees
and looks down IN an opposite direction
from where she his been looking, and
there, pacing up and down; the walk
slowly, il her artist, with that mascu.
line comforter between his lips. There
is an old saying about his santanie
majesty, but she adapts it to the case in
hand, as she thinks in her ignorance
and quotes to herself, "Think Of angels
and you hear the rustling Of their
WINGS"
She hardly dares breathe rs she
watches this bright being, probably for
fear of frightening him away. But he
walks up and down without even a
glance at the balcony, and presently she
breathes freer: but still she watches and
he walks, and in the meantime the
clouds are growing heavier. Presently
she hears q low rumble of thunder and
at the same instant Rex losses away his
cigar. and comes straight to the balcony.
Striking a tragical attitude, he lifts his
face to her and signs out
Bright angel, thou art as glorious to
this night, being DER my head, as is a
winged messenger of heaven'-but you
had better open the window and go with
in for there is shower coming up and
you'll get your wings wet. Besides,
you've been out too long already"
"Thank you, sir; l will 60 in immedi-
ately, since you have watched me SO
long as to grow tired of me-" and she
turned in very dignified manner to
the window, quick as love always is to
take offence at nothing, and secretly
not a little vexed that he has been
walking up and down so long and not
spoken before. But the unlucky win
dow closes with spring and is fast.
One or two frantic efforts to lift it and
she stands still.
A low, amused laugh from below.
-" You don't mean to say that window
is locked? Well that is too good.
Say you are sorry for being indignant at
nothing. and I'll run up and let you
in"
"The door is locked too" says the
disconsolate Juliet; and this wicked
man straightway seeing the comical
side of the affair, goes off into long,
low laugh. But he is stopped by anoth-
er heavy roar of thunder and in mo-
ment more he has thrown off his hat
and is climbing hand over hand up the
wooded vine that grows against the side
of the house and twines over the bal
cony. As he climbs he says, in ierky
way, not at all dramatic, "With Loves
light wing did l o'erperch these walls"
and getting over with great scramble,
tears very unromantic rent in his
coat.
But, as he stands beside her, all that
is ludicrous dies out Of his manner, and
he takes both her hands in his own in
that caressing way that che thinks,
poor child, is peculiar to him, and looks
into the dropping face.
1t is dangerous to stand on balcony
on summer night alone with girl
that loves you, and that you love, un-
less you mean to make her aware of
your feelings; any resolves in the way
of tirmness are apt to melt away into
nothing, and float away out of reach.
Juliet" Eo says, in a tone that is q
little constrained, "are you going to
marry the minister?'
Just q little whispered "No" for
answer. but it makes him happier than
such a word is apt to make a man on
such an occasion.
"Why not?" little more hopefully.
Because, Rex, l don't love him."
A sudden pressure of the hands that
holds hers, and then Rex draws her,
shrinking and trembling with rapture
that is half JOY, half pain, to his breast,
and says words that are like bene-
dictiOn to her.
Few men make love we'll as regards
eloquence, but words that are common
place enough in black and white, can
easily blossom into marvel of beauty
on summer night with one who loves
you devotedly to listen.
The storm gathers faster, the thunder
mutters louder, the wind shakes the
trees, and Juliet has no idea how long
these sounds last. when great drop of
rain falls on their faces lit could hardly
fall between them).
THAT says l must let you in; l hope
l haven't kept you out too long al
ready"
II hope you haven't" she answered
demurely.
He turns to the window, takes out his
jack-knife, and shivers one of the panes,
which are, fortunately for Mrs. Gray, of
a fanciful shape and rather small, reach
es into the spring and raises the win
dow, and they both step inside just as
the rain begins to come down in tor
rents.