The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1880-07-02
MILTON wKlR,s JEALOUSY.

Whist . jealous fellow you sre. Mil
ton. sxclsiosd prssty little Rose Ma
theirs. glsncing archly mp into the facs
OF the 6ns six foot fellow, Who looked
very much - . lion might look tor
mentsd by . gast. Please to resuem-
Der. I have . few months lett of my
liberty. I am sure shsll need their
memory. she continued. to live On, fer
the rest Of my life. IL you sre always
going TO be 20 ouureasoaable.
'Unresson.b;s. Rnss? You make
strange use Of the adjective. when you
[ know veil sseugh thst ct the dance last
night ! cosld get neither smile nor look
from you. All were reserved for the
Zoe stranger who hes come among n.
Let him look out for himself. can't
make yos aasser 70 me. but I can him.
tbough ! wear fustain and he bs0~d-
cloth. An. yss. As plesses your eye
bstt~s--shat Eye that sres oely ~ far
- the broadcloth. sud forgets the hon
ct asars that has bsst for you only sli
ihess years. ever since you we're little
wee girl. aud l. . stroug. awkward.
clumsy boy. / never could talk about
my love them sm not much Of . hand
at il now; but you know the 1--we is
there. for all that. Rose. my girl. ready
tG prove itself 1t any time-ready to do
OF die for you. No happier man lived
tim. you gave me your promise to be
my wife. bat you've not let me bs very
happy sincr. dear. I'll b. glad enough
when You are oil my own, and | have
the right to keep away eli these silly
futtsr,ugs about the nsme.'
"A size prospect for ms To look for
ward to- the girl answered. wilfully,
though his words had brought the color
fluttsring to her cheek. ana . bright
lsok of content int, the blue eyes.
WHAT will you do with us. Milton ?
Shut me up in cage. and give me .
piece Of susaF now snd then, snd ex.
pect me 10 sing for you my woodland
nosesy an afraid I would bset my
poos little helpless wings against my
prison until l fell exhausted aud per-
ished' -
Milton Weir,s honest face flushed.
Will not even . husband's love. ~
hustxLd's dsvotiui,, satisfy your loss !?
Must you live oil your fe that ssaliess
thugs woman unworthy the name of
w.f- and motbsr. only wishing t. allure
the s-nseless. hovering moths to tue
RAms that csnsunts = them (? Ii thought
This. l could bear to give you up
The words were i'll chosen. The look
Milton Weir had not even seen died
out of the blue eyes. aud in its stead
burned the IRE Of resentment aud quick
passion.
You will not have the opportunity,
Mr. Weir. she an.wsssd. 4 promised
wyself to . man, not jxllor-I expect
Cd TO 10 wife. not slave. At least.
the msn whom you abnss 10 . gentle
man, who does mot ysnt his spleen upon
. woman. prefer him tn you. Mr. Mil,
ton Weir; therefore. No need not longer
continue this discussion.'
You prefer him 70 me, you say 2 he
replied, the color fading now from the
swsrthy cheek, and leaving it dead.
clay whiteness. Has b. come to you.
then. and askcd ysu to b his wifs, or
has he only whispered meaningless no
tAings in your earl Rose. you don't
quite mean your words. ! think. Per-
haps yoa did not quite usdsrsssnd
what / said. You can't mean that
i givsi you upY shs. interrupted. in
hes yoane arrogance and passion. Yes;
that 10 j0st what ] do meant And /
am glsd-you bear me!- glsd TO feel
yoa. will 20 loa9eg have ths right 70
make ny life miserable. Il I ever did
love yen. now l hats yon; and ] hope l
may never. never see your lace again. !
Psse little Rnss! She was bnt .
child; bas even she vas fsishsened Of
the whits lines which SEEMED 70 draw
thsasslvss sbOut Xiltsa Ws,r's mouth.
and ths look Of hopelsss misery that
crept into HE eyos. -. after oas bsief,
incredalous moment. be mechanically
reached oat his hasd for his bat, aud
grSpsd HE wsy, almost ~ il he were
blisd, toward the doer.
She said nothing - she watched him
down the path. asd hsAsd the gsts shat
bshiaa hin. still straining hsr ssss a.
ter him until his 6gnrs became . con-
fused blur in the distsncs Thsn . dim
realisation of uhas she bad done csspt
over her.
sNltoni NiNoni' 81, -c>llsd. in .
voies which. could u have reached hs0,
- voaId have. thoeeht : uesseneer
frsm heaven; then saak back On her
chair, il . barss of bitter sobs, and %
sohhiag she fau .sleen.
Vsrv prss.v" ~ iootsd. tho.sht
Rand Neison = - stoed On the ehr.sh. .