The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1880-01-07

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softly closed the kid p door; and
ran, TO the little bsdrod for her blue
scarf. b
|. aFiveo o'clock Z she Blk, as the last
stroke died aSas; she 81 wondering
why ! don't come, and must haste.
hladge, litlie Mad ge al yon coming
|ISitbms Tonight Itll AL ready
Little SIaage, The sIye.ysar-old
sister came flying thSgg III the hall.
"Auntie:sss you AYE forgotten
o-get the potatos for breakfast, and
We must prepare then before you GO.
Never mind 1.-The doe ave to wait
Ealittle for Sohs yop waited Ifos
l'hinl asaaIyi tiizis, olas sllcilis
and 1 will help YOU
So sweet tempered Cora Smith
united the blue scarf, and .tripped
away to the forgotten task as merrily
as her little sister, albeit her heart
beat like an imprisoned birds at the
delay.
The West was all afame with au.
tumn sunset ere the sisters closed
the cottage door behind them, and
ran down the garden path toward
the stile, where he was waiting-in
other words, where hazel.eyed, sweet.
faced Cora Smiths city lover was
waiting for his lady-love, as she had
many night waited for him.
Almost every evening they met
there at the stile--their "trysting
place" he said, just halfway between
her home and his boarding house
He had proposed it, and she was
nothing 10th to accede-it was so
pretty and romantic.
Then, auntie Smith was not at all
pleased with this dark.eyed young
stranger, and though she had not
forbidden him the house, both lovers
knew she preferred his room to his
company"
And so, always with dear little
Madge at her side, she daily tripped
down the path through the leafy
woods to the halfway trysting place
where she met her handsome, dark.
eyed lover, Neil Rowan. How her
heart fiuttered tonight as she
thought of him, and the warm love
light deepenea and darkened the soft
brown eyes. - {. =
"Neil, Neil,n she said almost un.
consciously, aloud; andlittle Madge
clasped her sisters hand closer, and
looked up in her face.
"Do you love him SO very much,
sister Cora?"
A swift hot color came into the
girls cheeks, and then she paused
suddenly, holding the hands of little
Madge in fervent grasp
Glove him! love him! Madge? bet
ter than all the world-better than
my youth, my life-aye, sometimes
better than my hope of heaven! And
I want to be his wife, little Madge,
this good mans wife, when the beau
tiful Spring comes. | shall leave
you: and Auntie and uncle to be his.
But this is our secret, little sister
and only you can share it."
And then her hands relaxed their
hold, and drawing the light scarf
over her shoulders, the pair tripped
lightly on. They were almost there
nearing the edge of the wood, and
the stilo was but q step away. An
other step forward and then Madge
held her sister back.
Waitl she whispered; II can see
two men on the seat, Cora. We do
not want to see strangers there"
NO" she said, drawing back in
the wood; it is Neil's friend, Willis
Dean, We will wait until he goes,
for l do not like to meet him"
Even as she spoke the figure arose,
and the sound of voices came on the
twilight air, distinct and clear.
"And what of this love affair, friend
Neil? When isittoend, andhow? Are
you really in earnest, and do you
mean to marry that girl?"
Cora Smiths hand closed upon the
arm of Madge, till she shrank in
pain while they waited for the an
swer. Neil Rowan laughed softly.
"Marry her!" he repeated. "Shc
is just the subject for grand hirta.