The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1881-01-20
TIT FOR TAT.

iace was beautiful beyond description,
and her voice bad subtle power, car
essing undertone that sent thrill through
svery fiber of her companions being.
She and her widowed mother were
staying at spacious farm house in a
lovely Connecticut valley. She had come
there to recuperate from hei social dissi-
pations of the past winter in New York,
aud TO gain strength for new issipations
| and triumphs in the fast approaching
| antums.
1t was rumored that she had broken
many hearts and ruined more mems lives
han she cared to count; but then rumor
often lies.
He was tall, sunburnt man, with
| lsrk blue eyes, and mass of waving
| 1lOnde hair. He was clad in the garb Of
i simole farmer, but he did not look
| wholly like tiiler of the soil. His
orowu hands were too shapely and his
'Irriage too elegant for a man country
| Norn and country-bred.
Still, he had been working on the
Meadow farm during the summer, and in
| all his leisure moments had been the
| constant shadow of the woman at his
side.
He was a man of passionate impglse
.nd his heart was capable Of go allah
-orbing love or an all-devouring hate.
As they walked slowly down the hill
ide In the rich evening light, the lady
| chatted half familiarly, half condescend
lngly with her companion, while he lis
aned with the partly eager, partly ab
>tracted air of man pldnged in some
deeply interesting experiment.
She talked with an air of concious so
| cial superiority, and he listened or RS
| niied ike a man with hidden purpose
A nj a hidden strength.
As they came to low stone wall he
took her hand To assist her III surmonnt
ing it. Upon the other side of the wall
he still retained her hand. She turned
npon him with a LOOK full of astonish-
ment.
"rhaok you for the assistance, Mr..
Chapman" she said coldly, striving to
withdraw her hand from his. 81 am
quite able to proceed alone now"
He made no answer, but still held the
little hand in his strong grasp, while
with his eyes he seemed trying to search
she lnnermost depths of her heart.
A crimson food illuminated her face.
"Mr. Chapman, you will be kind en-
ough to release my hand at once" This
With freezing hauteur.
"But suppose I want it" he said quiet
y, with q look full of meaning; ''sup
pose l tell you that won't you for my
wife; suppose declare that l love you,
that your beautiful face enslaves me, that
your soft voice sets my heart on fire, that
can not, will not live without you.
His eyes were glowing like living Goals,
sud his face appeared transfgured with
the passion OF the moment. Then losing
ali his cool sslf-coutrol. he burst forth in
the full tide of his overmastering love.
"Ah, Christine, my darling, my queen,
my life, " he cried passionately; 'let me
claim you as my own, let me take you to
my heart, let me make you my wife. [
am starving, Christine, actually starving
J for little love from you, Say you love
me, darling, Or" he added hastily, elf
! you do not now love me, say you will try
TO- Give me fragment of hope, dear,
a little crumb with which to appease the
terrible hunger at my heart.
He had dropped on her knees at her
feet ana was looking eagerly, longingiy
into her fair flushed face.
With great effort she wrenched her
hand free. Then with cleaning eyes
and q tone that cut him like knife, she
I said:
You could have hardly chosen a more
fitting opportunity or better place III
/ winch to insult me, sir. Whether you
are brute or drlveling fool | cannot
tell. l hardly know whether to feel pity
Tor your Ignorance or anger at your au-
dacity. You marry me, you!" she ex-
claimed with al insulting laugh, do
we mate crows with canaries, or iackals
with lambsl Come, sir, will allow that
your speech is better than the average
country clod; will acknowledge tha,
your manners bear some degree of refine
msnt; in short, that you are a little above
your station IN life; but to marry you, to
i've on carrots and turnips with you, tc
contemplate life of patchwork quilts
and rag carpets, why sure you are insane,
raving madl'
She burst into cruel laughter at the
picture she had drawn, and then, not
! even deigning to glance at the bowed
head of the .nan beside her, she turned
upon her heel aud moved slowly away;
With a bound he was before her again
Miss Camel, Christine, hear me, he
cried eagerly you wrong me, you do
me cruel injustice. am gentleman.
every inch your peer, he added proudly.
land am rich, very rich. can crafty
your every wish, can surround you
with every luxury. l.
Enough. / thought you Were crazy
/ before, now know it. You wealthy
man, Do men Of means masquerade II
homespun, in cotton jeans? Do men Of
means toll day after day in the brolllne
son for mere pleasure? An inspiring
pastime truly for rich man.
"But let mo explain my position to
you, Miss Cannell," be cried as las;
resort. Il came to this place"
10 work; that is obvious. Do not