The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1881-05-05

kiss, and the dainty head dropped upon my
breast. Good heavens! what man could
ask truer answer?
shall, my sweet, darling, Emily!" said,
when could find breath to speak.
She did not answer, but arose and put
my arms gently away. thought at the
time that had never seen SO much Joy
upon human countenance as I then saw
shining upon hers.
Would excuse her? she asked, falter-
ingly. For while she did not want to be
with me even-but alone with her beauti-
full, happy thoughts. She would see me in
the morning; she should be more herself
again then.
kissing her over and over again, I allow
ed her (but oh! so relucantlyD to go from
me, and then rushed out into the quiet
It was past o'clock when I went to my
hotel, and then not to sleep. The great
realty of my happiness put every sign OF
rest and slumber away from me. One
blessfull happy thong int make the night
more brilliant and glorious than any day
had ever been.
shall never forget how slowly the morn
ing hours Of the following day dragged
along. It seemed to me that the breakfast
gong would never sound and that the time
would never come for me to 60 to Emily
But went at last; by my faith, I swear to
yoL that went. went up to her private
larlor, as had been my custom for q week
or more, and wrapped gently upon the door
No answer l raped again. No answer.
Still I wrapped again Perhaps she was Ill.
T. tore my hair at the mere thought. When
l grew tired Of that amusement, I turned
again to the door and wrapped loudly and
clearly. A servant pushed his head out Of
the next number, and glanced inquiringly
1T me.
Miss Corlew?" said, nodding toward
the door.
:.Mi5sis ccrlew gone; went in the four
sprang at tie woody head like tiger.
What did the scoundrel mean by telling NE
such nonsense? I asked him to explain
himself in, voice trife softer than the
harshest thuader.
mistress Corlew took the early morning
train" that was all he could tell me.
rushed down stairs to the landlord.
Gould he tell me anything about Miss
Corlew's leaving SO SUDDENLY"
''No, he could not. She called for her
bills the night before, and left in the first
up train that morning.
''Did she leave q note, word, anything foz
me?"
I turned away. Imagine if you can the
enviable state of my feelings. I rushed to
the post Office and inquired for letter.
Nothing there I went to my hotel and
asked for notes and messages. Not a note
not message. went once more to the
deserted stopping place Of my beloved EN-
lily, and piled men, landlord and servants
/ with questions. But they could not give
me any information upon subject which
they knew as little of as myself. Then
went to the telegraph Office. Perhaps
Emily had received news from home of an
alarming nature. would send dispatch
to her father at once. The dispatch was
mo such clergyman there" the answer
said. There must be some mistake.
Episcopal preacher" was sent back by
way Of explanation.
mo such preacher there, persisted the
| obstinate message.
II know better" answered impatiently,
putting my hand in my breast pocket for
my pocketbook. What did it mean? As
true as faith my Focketbook was gone!
Three cool thousand at one swept had
some loose change about my person with
which paid for my dispatch cent
besides short of New York. But where
was my money? Where-where was my
money! At that moment queer light be-
gan to break upon my brain. As it came
| more clearly upon me, grew cresttalen,
and, like shamed cur, stole back to the
hotel. Then went silently and without
any ado to my room, and sat down and
looked at the carpet.
looked at the carpet all the afternoon
smoke. When it grew sufficiently dark for
lights turned my eyes from the carpet to
the wall, and stared at that till morning.
Then the order of exercises changed little
and amused myself for several hours by
prefxing any number Of peculiar eplthets
to my name. will leave the reader to
Judge of their nature. After that turned
my attention to my valise for short time.
When got through with that it was lying
a heap of unshapen rubbish in the corner.
Then said few sweet things about my
bethrothed-my little bird of an Emily
Corlew, and I thought (perhaps I was
was wrong) that could tell why she gave
me such a long delicious kiss on the night
Of nv proposal; that she might draw away
pocket-book at the same time she did my
| senses.
Somehow, detest trunk shops. think
the plan of presenting ladies with bouquets
originated with the Hottentots; and that
travelling by railroad during the night hours
originated in purgatory. can't bear little
| birds of women; hate little feet. Hearing
| voice from woman's lips like the melo-
dy of robin, always reminds me of the
way my little jail-bird sung. Deuce take
the saucy little pickpocket! Deuce take
| her!
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