Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1881-10-27

INTO ners As gucn as 70 say, ~Uome now, O
civil answer / will have"
She hardened herself Il will not anu Q
him." she thought and sfraighiwAy-aI
don't think this looks like The cove; the
rocks are not the right color"
What's wrong with The colorfr said he
calmly, quite unannoyed- aToo grayf
YES, that Is just IL; | could not make il
out IL Is red or purple that will make il
rightf" He paused and waited.
Purple, think, she said, interested in
spite Of herself
He mixed little color on his palette and
reseated himself 20 make the suggested alter
alton. Five minutes went by, and he lifted
his head for the first time and turned to
see the effect How will thai doe" was
trembling on his lips She was not there.
She had gone back into the house as he had
begun to work, and he now caught glimpse
of her slight figure fitting about within.
He was really annoyed for q moment He
had worked, feeling as If her eyes were
watching every touch of his brush, and
stimulated 10y this imagined consciousness.
1t was too had! But in moment more he
reflected that nothing like courtesy could
be reasonably expected from her, and smil-
ing TO himself he sat down again before his
sketch, weaving plans of conquest the
while.
In this way more than q week went by,
he losing no opportunity of making his
points, and meeting with constant rebuffs
and ungraciousness. But beneath the sur.
face she was melting fast Little did
Arthur Middleton dream what a spell his
mere presence wrought upon this poor girl.
He was like young divinity in her eyes.
She might in her heart hesitate to acknowl.
edge him as spch, but only for a moment: !:
in nature like hers there is but a step be.
tween the recognition of its object of wor.
ship and the prostration before it. He of.
fered her books and showed her sketches.
She refused these, and turned away after a
careless glance from those. Still he went
on, half irritated, half amused, and quite
absorbed in the accomplishment of his OBJ.
ject. Her defences were soon undermined,
and at last nothing remained but the
merest crust of opposition. Still that crust
was impenetrable, and Arthur began to de-
spair of ever tanning this savage, when a
fortunate trife did the work that his most
ingenious efforts had hitherto failed TO &C.
complish. One morning soon after his ar.
rival he had been standing at the door
SuuluhS IilO hlolulHS al, anu, sccluS uCr
within few steps of him, he said, at
seems absurd, but do you know, can smell
orange blossoms in the air." 1t was part
of his system always to address her as his
equal, and with sort of assumption that
she would sympathize with and understand
whatever he might say. This she invaria-
bly, met with a blank want of comprehen.
sion, which did not daunt him, however.
So on this occasion she had said abruptly:
never smelt an orange blossom
"What! but it is not strange, because
| you have never been where they can be
had, l suppose. Well, they have whole
South in their fragrance"
I" / am not used to perfumes. I don't be-
lieve should like them"
POSSIBLY not, but think you would; "
and then the conversation had been broken
off by Jake's announcing that the boat was
| ready for Mr.. Middleton.
About week after, tiny box came
among Mr.. Middleton's packages from the
village. He smiled to himself and took it
| up stairs with his letters. An hour after
ward, when the sun was setting, he came
down stairs and looked about for Meg;
she was sitting on low stool, with some
coarse sewing in her lap, by window
opening toward the west; her beautiful
hair was alive with the light which flooded
it from the dying sun, and she made pic
turesque if not pretty picture, as he stood
and looked at her. She had not heard his
step, and started as he came forward and
laid something in her lap.
II have brought you an odor from the
South" he said; "tell me now what you
think of orange blossoms"
She opened the little paper box, and the
wonderful scent, heavy with sweetness, rose
up and filled her with sense of delight.
| All the faint, delicate suspicious of fra
| GRANGE which were all that the few wild
flowers she had ever gathered could tell her
Of that supreme dover of flowers odor,
seemed cold and poor and empty compared
with the intoxicating delight which eman-
atcd from these thick creamy petals.
=" Did you get them for me?" she said,
flushed with pleasure, her reserve swept
| away.
ayes, wrote for them; it was only con-
fiscating the product of a certain green
house | knew of, and I wanted you to
smell them once"
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