The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1879-06-11
and thereby secure generous share of the
| Cressington estates. Egad! that's happy

and thereby secure generous share of the
Cressington estates. Egad! that's happy
thought
But the han dsome young gentleman went
to sleep and dreamed, instead OF Mabels
laughing eyes, of Irene's gentle, tender ones;
and aweke somewhere in the night, unable
to get to sleep again for thinking of her.
And the after days were not much better.
Despite the golden value of Mabel, there was
something about Irene Vance that made
this headstrong fellow very foollshly in
different to the advice he had sworn to fol-
low.
Because, by Jove! a fellow would have
to be made out of granite to resist the sweet,
shy ways as such little darling as Irene.
And I'll marry her if she'll have me, and
the money and property car go to the-dogs!
I've q head and pair of hands, and blue
eyed Irene shall not suffer-"
1t was not an hour later that he met her
in the hall, carrying great boughs of holly,
staircase.
''Give me your burden, Irene" said he.
why did you not tell me that you were
going to gather 1t, and let me go with you?
1t is altogether too heavy burden for your
arms to bear"
He managed to get the lovely sprays from
her arms, but it required an immense
amount of tsrdy effort on his part, and shy,
sweet blushing on hers.
Answer me, Irene. Why didn't you let
me go with your Wouldn't you have liked
it?'
He demanded her answer IN a most
captivating, lordly way, and she dropped
her eyes in great confusion.
Yes"
''Then why were you so cruel to me?''
81 am not cruel to anybody. Indeed, I
must go now"
Wslter placed himself squareiy in the way
and was looking down at her rose tinted face.
No, you can't go yet Irene, you are cruel,
or you would never deprive one OF the OPP
portunity to enjoy the blessedness OF your
society,"" His voice lowered tenderly, and
he dropped his head nearer her golden curls.
you know think it cruel in you to be
SO distant, and shy, and reserved with me
don't you, Irene?n
She shrank away, her lovely form droop-
ing like lilly, her cheeks hanging out their
signs of distress and confusion.
"Oh, please don't talk to me. Indeed, l
must gol Mabel is waiting for the holly, and
she-they won't like it if
But she was prisoner in his tight clasp.
"lf what? If they find you and me talk
ing SO confdentialiy together?"
mol l mean if don't take the holly at
once"
Walter put his arm around her waist be-
fore he knew what he was about.
"1rene, look up. You shall not go until
you let me see in your eyes if you love me
as well as love you'll Irene, my dear lit
tie girl, love you very dearly"
She was silent for one second, and he saw
the CULVER of her red lips. Then abe raised
her head slowly, shyly.
"You love me? Oh, Walter, what will
| they all say? l am nobody, Walter, and
Mabel is an beiress.' y
! Walter had both arms around her by this
time, and was looking ardeutiy N her glow
ing face.
Il know Mabel is an heIress and nice
! little girl; and also know you are a darling
my darling-and the only girl | ever
asked to be my wife, or ever sta1 ask. Say
| yes, pet"
His tones were low and tender, but tri.
umphant
''And you can deliberately give up Sc
much for only just me?"
Her wondrous eyes met his braveiy now,
and thrilled him with tie Iove-llght in
| them.
''Oniy just you, my own Garlingl Why,
you are more than all the world to me!
| Come, we will go tell Uncle Abah at once.
| Just one kiss, frst-you mustn'
And he had more than one Or two before
he led her, blushing. with tears trembling
on her eye iashes like diamonds on golden
/ thread, to Uncle Abiah, who sat in his
library with Mrs. Cornelia, industrIously
looking over receipt book. They looked
up IN surprise as Waiter walked in, Irene on
his arm, picture OF confusion.
IF you please, Uncle Abiah, want your
| blessing anu cOrdlai consent TO receive Inls
little girl for your niece. 1 love her, and
| she loves me-"
Uncle Abiah looked shrewdly over his
glasses at Mrs. Cornelia.
well, sister, what shall we say to this
| youths demapd?"
broad emile OF perfect delight was or
her merry face.
''Say? Why, tell them yes. and welcome
and let them know their Aunt Cornelia ism
i fool if their Uncle Abiah u.s."
Walter looked astonished. and felt Irene's
hand tremble on lis arm.
"What is it, dear?'
She smiled through her tears as she looked
| into his inquiring eyes,
''Oh, Walter, l am afraid you will be
angry. am Mable, after all, and-and-'
And you have made love to your cousin
the heiress, in spite of yourself, my boy
So Hillcrest is a foregone fate. after all, eh?'
Don't scold, please WaIter! Mabe
pleaded, in a low voice. with her blue eye
| looking into his.
'As if could scold you, my love! Sinct
I have you, what need l care?'
And Mrs Cornelia turned over the leaye
| OF the receipt book until she came to "wed
ding cake" and AYERS that she made thu
| match herself.
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