Mexico weekly ledger., 1878-02-21

want simple answer to q simple
question-plain yes or 'no.' Do
you lore me Madge!"
"If 1 can not say yes perhaps /
can not say mo- I think friendship
does not justify an abrupt mo-
II
81 .ion't want equivocation," he
broke in. 'If you loved, eyes, lips,
voice, acts all would blend into yes
1t must be yes or no, / say.
Madge had never met any man so
masterful. But she answered never
theless, "Then, no. since you force
me to be unladyIike.'
81 do not say you are. I asked
you for your love. Il was a straight
forward question: / anted straight
forward answer. Ny aim, Miss Bar
| ron.,'- -E as.--
Aad thus walking, assisting her
over every trifing inequality OF
ground, they went on to the villa.
Miss Barron was exceedingly gay
that evening. Lyndhurst loved her!
OF course she was not going into any
engagement. She could not hedge.
herself in by marriage. But they
could live the delightful life they had
lived this last three weeks always.
He had nothing in particular to do.
| Why could he not, when they should
return to London, visit her every day? !?
She could, she thought fiirt all the
same, when he was not by; and his
attentions, therefore, would be just
so much gained. Her life WAS not to
be altorcd an iota. She di not pro-
fess to love The man. He must not,
however, scatter his attentions. He
, must not concentrate all his admira-
ton on her.
!, But toward the close of the even
ing, when Madge found he had not
sought her once, shadow of thought
passed through her mind that perhaps
he was not a poodle-deg, after all, to
be led about in this way by string.
She had sung, thinking to bring him
t to her side, but he had lounged away
: "A thing he had never done before
| when she was at the piano. She had
taken a garden stroll with rival, Mr..
E Oakley, and Lyndhurst had carelessl,
drawn up his outstretched legs, as he
t sat lazily on the veranda steps, to lei
| them pass down, without other notice
Y Of their presence. He had, she de.
r tided, fairly ill-treated her, a lady
/. and she would not tolerate rudeness
She would teach him what was due te
| her.
But days passed. A week wore m
She found no possible chance to visi
her anger on iiirn. He never JOINED
, her. He was always civil and we'll
bred, but that was all. She was
downright perplexed.
She scarcely ever met him, even a
+ table, much less of an evening. He
, went fishing by sunrise, rode on horse.
back half the day, and at night asked
the gentlemen up to his chamber; the
: ladies', sitting lonely in the psrlor,
heard, through the open windows,
laughter ring out and gay songs be.
ing sung. 1t was getting maddening.
One evening Madge curled herself
upon sofa and looked at the matter
seriously. She must outgeneral him
But how? She had tried hauteur,
J and it had signally failed. Now she
would try dash of giving in,
even though it hurt her to do so. She
would plan herself on the old footing.
just then Lyndhurst stepped into
the room cautiously at first, as if fear
ing the presence of some one. She
Immediately rose to meet him. lie
did not start, but looked her over
from head to foot without word.
She then gaily said:
"Don't you think your Highness
is OVERRIDING things trife?' Then
she lost control of herself, and show
ed her vexation. ':Sing to me-" she
cried, ''walk with me, talk to me, do
anything to obliterate this doleful
week"
"Well, Miss Barron" he answered
coolly, suppose we talk and walk.
I'm say under the stars, what / said
under the oaks; and yoa shall give
me n true answer" -'-
She looked at him moment and
then fairly blazed II never saw such
persistence. Thank heaven! go
home tomorrow, where gentlemen
+ know what to do to a lady, and take
, mo for mo- without getting sullen.
Good night, Mr.. harrington; and,
good-by. If you ever consent to be
less boorishly persistent, l shall be
pleased to see you In town. "
. He watched her out OF the room
t and then sat down to the piano.
Miss Barron's first impulse was tC
3 seek out the party on the lawn, but
somehow every face on earth but one
: seemed tame. Then she resolved Il
r go inte the library and read, bu
; books we're so wearying.
t "I woald play" she said pettish
!, ly, ssif that pig-headed masculine va.
| not monopolizing the piano." si
III just at this moment she burst int
r tears. Crying, usually, to Miss Bar
: ron consisted of a couple of tear
s mopped up by a bit Of lace. She hat