The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1878-01-04

> ~ 80 Ari-o hNl a lAHaA ANA - U1AE j
OF hands and little blue-eyed Irene shall /
not suffer 90
it was not an hour later. that he met /
her in the hall, carrying great bows Of I
holly, 10 festOon down the sombre wal .
nut staircase.
Give me your burden, Irene. Why
didn't you tell me you were going 10
gather IL, and let me 20 with you ?n
de managed 10 get the lovely sprays
from her arms, but it required an i'm
mense amount of tardy effort on his
part, and shy, sweet blushing on hers.
Answer me, Irene. Why didn't you
let me go with you? Wouldn't you have
liked it2
He demanded her answer I'm his most
captivating, lordly way, and she dropped
her eyes cOnfusediy.
"Y-e-s.u
Then Why were you so cruel to me ?
Say, Irene"
81 am not cruel to anybody. Indeed
must 60"
Walter placed himself precisely in
the way, aud was looking down at her
rose-tinted face.
"No, you can't 90 yet Irene, you
are cruel, or you would never deprive
me Of one opportunity to enjoy the
D nlF10EAurcs .Nl NoHI HhtltAls
His voice lowered tenderly, and he
dropped his head nearer her golden
curs.
"YOu know l think it is cruel in you
to be so distant, and shy, aud reserved
with NEEDN'T you, Irene?"
She sank away, her lovely form drOop-
/ ing like a lily OF the valley, her cheeks
hanging out their signals OF distress aud
confusion.
"Oh, please, don't talk so to me. In
deed ] must 20. AIable is waiting for
the holly, and she-they won't like it
/ if"
But Irene was a prisoner in his tight
clasp.
''lf what? II they find you and me
talking so confidentially together"
NO l mean If I don't take the holly
at once"
Walter put his arm around her waist
before she hardly knew what he was
doing.
Irene, look up You shall not go
until you let me see in your eyes II you
love me as well as / love you Irene,
my dear little girI, l do love you dearly,
dearly I"
She was silent one second, and he
saw the quiver that trembled on her
lips. Then she raised her golden head
slowly, shyly.
"You love me? Oh, Walter, what
will they all say? Don't you know you
ought 70 talk this way to Mabel, instead
Of me? 1 am nobody, Walter, and Ma
bel - a great heiress."
Walter had both arms round her by
this time, and was looking ardently in
her loving face.
81 know Mabel is an heiress, and a
nice little girl; and I also know you are
la darling-my darling-and the only
girl l ever asked 10 be my wife, or ever
. shall ask! Say yes, pet ~
his tones were low and tender, but
b triumphant.
, "And you can deliberately give up 50
b much for only just me 30
Her wOudrous eyes met his now
bravely, aud thrilled him with the love-
r light in them.
Z "Only just YOU, my own darling
Why, you are more than all the world
10 me Come, Irene, we will 90 tel
J Uncle Abiah at once. Just one frs
= kiss-yes, y0u must -
e And he had more than one, or two, ol
: three-he had as many as he wanted
before he led her, blushing, with team
z trembling on her iashes, like diamond
on a golden thread, 10 Uncle Abiah
S whO sat in his library with Mrs. Cor
nelia, industriously looking over a reel p,
book
r They looked up in surprise as Waite
! marched in, Irene on his arm.
D III you please, Uncle Abiah, wan
r your blessing aud cordial consent {,
: give you Irene for your niece. / Low,
her, and she loves me.n
. Uncle Abiah looked shrewdly owe
+, his glasses at Mrs. C0ruelia.
D "Weli, sister, what shall we say to it?'
/ And a broad smile Of perfect deligh
was on her merry face.
f Say? Why, tell them yes, and vel
T Gomez aud let them know their Aun
D Cornelia isn't fool If their Uucl'
) Abiah is ~
e Walter looked astonished, and thei
/, felt Irene tre8bie on his arm.
e "DsFiing, what is it?'
She smiled through her tears as sh
clung to his arm.
[ "Oh, Walter, am so afraid you viii
be angry. 1 am Mabel after all, ant
and"
Z "Aud you have made love to you
cousin, the heiress, in spite of yourself
I my boy Hillcrest is foregOne fate
s after all, eh 30
y Don't scold, please, Walteru' Msbe
said, in a low, pleading voice, with he
] blue eyes looking into his own.
"As il / ever could scold you, m.
r darlingl Aud since ! have you, wha
need / care else ?n
And Mrs. Cornelia turned over tn
4 leaves Of the recipe book until she cam
+ 10 wedding cake,n aud AYERS that sh
: made the match herself