Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1882-05-25

can only think that have hidden fare
well to happiness and-Jack.
! We are almost the last to leave the
choir, so much do | dread being alone
with Mr.. Arlington. but at last we go
down stairs, across the almost empty
church, and out into the unighted
street. Then he clasps my hand ten
derby, and in the darkness / can feel him
bending over me
20, I've forgotten my book | cry.
desperately. 81 must run back for it.
What nuisancei Let me co. he
says, rather impatiently.
Mono, you could not find it, say
and hurried back to the organ loft,
thankful for minutes respite. At first
can distinguish nothing in the soft,
dusky gloom, spicy with the fragrance
| of the evergreens, but soon make out
a mans figure standing by the organ.
| 1t is Jack. run to him and catch his
hands frantically in mine.
80, Jack, am SO wretched. Airing
ton has asked me to marry him.
Then he is better than | thought"
"And had to say yes, for Mrs. Bah
bit has turned me out. But I'm sorryi
he might-he might even want to kiss
me-
Quite likely said Jack, with
grim smile, but he looks deeply moved.
Don't laughr' I say. piteously. Il
won't marry him I'll die in the streets
first o. | hear him coming-hide me!
save me!'
Quick rs thought Jack draws me af-
ter him into the book closet, and closes
the door just as Mr.. Arlington enters the
gallery.
1.-The little mink, she has slipped out
of the door," he SAYS in vexation.
Couldn't believe i was in earnest,
suppose" and he fastened off in pur-
suit.
What an escape;" l say, as we
emerge from the closet.
Darling" began Jack, with passion
ate eagerness, darling Olive, would
you rather that.
YES, yes-a thousand times rather,''
| answer, and then break down into the
tempest of sobs and tears that | have re-
pressed all the evening. Jack soothes
me with loving words and caresses that
| have never known before. The rich
incense of the eyergreens wraps me in a
delicious languor, and | think | have
found blessed haven of rest
Presently | raise my head from his
breast and look up with my drowned
eyes.
Jack, you must not marry me-" |
say, tragically. my good name is
clean gone forever. Mrs. Rabbit says
it is.''
well, then, must give you anoth-
Ell" he says, blithely, and before | half
comprehend him we are down at the al
tar, where the minister is still talking
with one of the deacons, and Jack is
saying that we wish to be married i'm
mediately. We kneel down; Jack in bis
overcoat and | in my ulster and plain
Derby hat Jack uses my gage DANTE
as wedding ring and in five minutes
we are husband and wife.
We 20 out into the street and walk
along under the snow laden trees and
clear starry heavens.
Jack, my trunk is on that woman's
doorstep" | say efficiently.
"Goodn' he says with joyous laugh.
Since you are all ready. let us go off on
a wedding trip
-, pu1 lidNCiiIIS Nciy tApcISiNc,
| say, obviously, do you think you can
afford it?''
He laughs again.
Il may not be such a wonderful good |
match as Arlington, but you have made
rather a good match, do you know it
Hello there, driver
He halls a passing hack, and we 90
and pick up my forlorn property and
then start off on our joyful little jour
ney, while every moment | feel more
safe and happy.
/ really don't know how Tom Thurs
tone managed the service without the
leading tenor and soprano, but we have
been so faithful ever since that he has
forgiven us.
/ suppose Mr.. Arlington thinks me the
most heartless, cold-blooded ilirt in ex-
istence. He is very polite when we meet
him in society, but he never comes into
St Stephens choir.