The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1878-11-08

on the balustrade, and leaning her cheek
upon them looks ont over the lawn and
thinks. The brisk breeze blows over
her face, and lifts her hair, and she
thinks in earnest now; Of many an even
ing boating, Of walks, and talks, and,
oh. OF thousand things; and under all,
like the current that bears drifting rose
leaves, flows the fear that this artist who
has grown into all her life so closely
will 90 out into the world and forget
her.
The current Of that fear grows strong
or and swifter, until finally she finds
that the breeze, grown TO gale, Is
moaning around tho corner ofthe house
and in through the open window behind
her with q lonesome sound that she can
not bear; and she rises impatiently and
shuts the window down and herse.s out
with the night She has hardly done
this when familiar odor greets her
senses, and, presto! the scene changes,
for the odor Is Enthusiastically that Of a
cigar.
! She stands pefectly motionless, and
looks down in an opposite direction
from whert, she had been looking, and
there, pacing up aud down the walk
slowly, is her artist, with that mascu-
line comforter between his lips: There
is an old saying about his satanic males
ty, but she adapts it to the case in .s.snh
as she thinks in her ignorance, and
quotes to herself, 9 Think of angels and
you hear the rustling Of their WINGS
She hardly dares breathe as she
watches this bright being, probably for
fear of frightening him away. But he
walks up and down without even
glance at the balcony, and presently
she brcathes freer; but still she watches
and still he walks, and in the meantime
the clonds are growing heavier. Pres
entity she hears low rumble Of thun-
der, and at the same instant Rex losses
away his cigar, and comes straight over
TO the balcony. Striking a tragical at
titude he lifts his face TO her and signs
out:
"Bright angel, thou art as glorious
TO this night, bending DER my head, as
is winged messenger Of heaven-but
you had better open the window and 60
within, for there is shower coming
up and you'll get your wings wet. Be- I
sides, you've been out too long al
ready"
" Thank you, sir; will go in imme-
diately, since you have watched me 20
long as to grow tired Of me-" and she
turned in very dignified manner to
the window, quick as love always Is to
take offense at nothing, and secretly not
a little vexed that he has been walking
up and down there 50 long and not
spoken before. But, the unlueky 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
and I'll run up and let you in"
1.-THE DOORS locked too, says the dis
consulate Juliet; and this wicked man,
seeing the comical side OF
the affair, goes off into long, low
laugh. But he is stopped by another
roar of thunder, and in moment more
he has thrown oil his hat and is climbing
hand over hand up the wooded vine that
grows against the side Of the house, and
twines over the balcony. As he climbs
he says, in a jerky way, not at all dra-
matte, "With Loves light wings did
D'erperch these walls, and getting ever
with a great scramble, tears very un-
rent in his coat.
But As he stands beside her, all that
Is ludicrous dies out of his manner, and
be takes both hands in his own in that
:aressing way that she thinks. poor
child, Is peculiar to him, and looks into
he dropping face.
II Is dangerous to stand on balcony
IN summer nights alone with a girl that
owes you, and that you love, unless You
mean TO make her aware Of your
ceilings; any resolves in the way Of
irmness are apt to melt into nothing, 4
md float away out of reach.
"Juliet," he says, in tone that Is
title constrained, s'are you going to
marry the ministerp''
just little whispered "No" for an
'wer, but 1t makes him happier than !
uch word is apt to make q man on J
uch an occasion.
"Why not P" little more hopefully.
" Because, Rex, don't love him.
A sudden pressure Of the hands that
iold hers, and then Rex draws her, 9
drinking and trembling with q rapture
hat Is half joy, half pain, to his breast, {
md says words that are like benedic-
ion to her.
Few men make love we'll, as regards 7
loquence, but words that are common
lace enough, in black and white. can z
asily blossom into marvel Of beauty
N summer night with one who loves
ou deyotedly to listen.
The storm gathers faster, the thunder
nuttcrs louder, the wind shakes the !,
rees, and Juliet has no idea how long ]
hese sounds last, when great drop 81 /