Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1881-04-21

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her
But, Lizzie, I ask you TO be nv
wife, and you have not answered me,
! do not boast when say that my SUIT
would not be rejected in most families
Of high standing where ara known
'Ah. that's the idea, exclaimed she
If, as you say, you do care for me-
she sianmered little over the words
you would soon grow weary Of my
stupid ways. should shame you ey.
cry day of your life, and yoar grand
friends would wonder at your choice,
and | should die of homesickness.'
With me Lizzie 2
Yes, even with you, smiling and
blushing as she met his eyes.
He laughed-he was so sure of win
ming her-and kissed her mouth.
well, sweetheart, | will live here
then, and turn keeper of the light after
your father. Will that suit you?
Don't deceive yourself. we would
not be happy together, and think how
terrible it would be-bound together
forever
He laughed exultingly and with a
great deal of amusement.
Faith ! think it would be =
mighty pleasant thing. Come, Lizzie.
You can deny me no longer. Do yeu
not see that your own happiness de-
ponds upon your answer ? Now kiss
me, dear, and tell me that you will take
into your own keeping the life you
were so brave to save.
He drew her gently toward him, but
she faced him suddenly, with great
tears trembling on her long lashes.
DO you think it costs me nothing to
refuse you-you who have made my
life so beautiful these few short weeks?
! ain rude and lgnorant-such a wife
would burden and disgust you in time.
1t is for your good that | refuse to ac-
cept what seems like heaven to me-
And then, swift as deer, she few
along the shore, leaving. Mcintyre to
struggle between anger, amusement
and wounded self.love =
All that day he tried to speak with
Lizzie alone, but she gave him no op-
portunity, At last in very despera-
ton, he tapped at the door of her faith
ers room. Captain Clyde was again
suffering with rheumatism, and the
Young man found him in the easy chair,
while Lizzie hovered about him.
Captain Clyde, said Mcintyre. as he
blocked the doorway with his broad
shoulders to prevent Lizzie from escap-
ing, | wish to say few words to your
daughter in your presence, since she
refuses to grant me that privilege else
where.
Say on, my lad, she should be proud
to hear whatever you have to say to
her.
Well, Lizzie, | will go away from
here tomorrow, and stay as long as
you bid me. When the time is up
will return to claim you as my wife.
You shall see that this is no idle, pass
ing fancy.
His eyes, grave and sad, rested on
the girls flushed face, and the bluff
captains eyes widened in amazement
Speak out, gal he commanded.
Have you anything to say to this
young man. who woes you like gen
tleman Shall he come--or no?
And Lizzie answered with downcast
eyes If he comes one year from this
time, and still cares for me, l. will be
ready
And is that all, Lizzie, ne said,
stepping toward her with outstretched
arms.
No, I'll be bound / said the old man
with sly twinkle in his eyes. When
| went counting my little girl used to
kiss me. And reaching over he gave
Lizzie a little push that sent her into
the arms of her lover; whereupon they
all laughed, and Lizzie, after kissing
Mcintyre shy.y, slipped from the room.
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\ whole year passed, and not unhap
PLY to Lizzie, who had faithfully en-
deavored to improve herself She spent
the winter 'on the mainland, with some
friends. She studied, read, watched
the people about her, and. never coarse
herself, despite her commonplace life
at home. she fell easily into the new
groove. Although not unhappy, the
girl cheek was paler than Of yore, and
her eyes held wlstfulness that had
grown in them since parting from her
lover, for occasionally this thought
crossed her dreams for the future: He
may not come at all-he may forget.
But Allen Mcintyre was truer than
most of his kind for the early fall
brought him again to Llzzie's house.
While he waited in the old fashioned
sitting room, the door opened hesitat
ingly, and who was before him ?
Allen had left young gypsy, mag
nificent in her way, with coal black
braids and flashing eyes, yet scarcely
the figure for drawing room, in her
short gown and thick coarse shoes ; a
daughter of the sea, sun Drowned and
fearless. But this-was this Lizzie ?
A graceful woman in trailing robes,
and the shining hair braided and coils,
about her head, resting in q coronet q
queen might envy, above the low broad
brow. Paler than Of old, the eyes
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