Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1882-02-23

gravely, 'sand have no choice but {,
administer it rightly. And then-ant
then," he added, hesitatingly, you
y.'ui wouldn't marry me if I had none
ano you know it.''
Certainly she knew it. She couldn'
afford t. marry without it. She loved
all the lu2nries of life; they were neces
saries to her. Her mother could be con
tie zaed with poverty and a cottage and 8
penniless minister, and bank account
In heaven-not she. But yet, whether
she loved all these things or not, she had
never meant to bargain off herself, her
| future, and her fate against them
81 am not going to make you ac-
knowledge it," he said. "Nobody is to
blame for having expensive tastes. State
and beauty are proper things to love,
and you love them.
"How do you know l do?" she ex-
claimed. 8" How do you know I am all
this, or that | would marry you, money
or no money?''
"Money! money! money! he in
terrupted, course the stuff! How do
| know you will marry me? Because /
mean you shall" He reached out, and
caught her hand, and wrung it, and
kissed it, and flung it away from him.
"And L have half the mind to say" he
cried, standing up, and leaning in the
darkness above her, "that if it can not
be mine, it shall not be another's; half
the mind to take you now in my arms,
and slip down into these dark depths,
and find death together
Let me alone," she cried. 6 Don t
dare to touch mel" She trembled, and
stood up too. "Oh," she exclaimed,
"the tide is in How"
"Didn't you know it was in? / was
wondering how much longer you were
going to wait. suppose, of course,
you are meaning to wade ashore, as [
am not to dare to touch you
But in the next instant he had her,
and was trampling through the shallow
water, holding her close in his arms.
She was faint with a sort of horror; she
was not used to these volcanic natures.
What if he did as he said, and plunged
with her into these bellows on the left!
Half dozen steps, and he was on
the dry sand. There had not really
been any danger; she could have gotten
safelNashore herself at the risk of
Yves Ing. But he did not set her down
jl!ssJt at once. .v-~-~-s- 49,. -y.-s.. .
"You are FAINT he said "you are
frightened; rest, darling, rest here;''
and then he suddenly bent his head and
kissed her lips with kiss that took her
breath away. "Do as you please he
said, as she slipped angrily from his
grasp. "But there is no one else that
ever can have the first kiss of your lips
elbow bold, how bad, how terrible
you are!" she cried. ssDo not let me
ever see your face again" Aad she hur-
ried up the shore. But his long strides
kept beside her.
81 know am bold" he said, sser I
should not dare think of winning you;
but am not bad, | am not terrible. [
only love you, love you as love my
life.''
"And I hate you'll" she cried. 81 hate
you'll
"No,' he said, ssyou know better;
and the day will come when you will
proclaim it publicly as a kiss can do on
these same sands" But before he end
ed she had fled away from him as fleet
as a hare from the hounds.
W.4at came over Penrose in such a
hurry P:r>x ~ young Wornum, calling
so sick of all his summer plans that he
should throw them up. and that he
thought of telegraphing the geograph-
ical expedition to wait for him at No
Mans Land, and hoped they would not
stop short of finishing the story of A.
Gordon Pym, that Poe failed to do
What in the world is this? Miss Seavern
fainting? Has been i'll all day? What a
stupid brute, not to have seen it, and to
have staid here talking nothings, and
being wished in Jericho!" And so
young Wornum went; and Mrs. Seav-
ern told Barbara she always knew she
would get her death incoming down by
the sea alone in the chilly evenings, and
plunged into her element of hot fan
nels and camphor and Dover-powders,
ard if Barbara had not been half ill al
ready, would certainly have made her so.
But it was a white wrath of the beau
tiful Barbara that used to 90 creeping
down the shore among the rocks that
the equinoctial gales had piled with sea-
weed and the drift of wrecks, when
month or so had passed, and from
which not all her mothers reproaches
could keep her away in storm and calm.
Sc I have drowned him." she used to say
to herself. And she went along with a
vague expectancy of seeing a dead face
look up at her through any breaking
wave. One night of the Indian summer |
she thought she saw his figure moving
Down the garden alleys beneath her
window, and checked herself in her
sudden cutlery; and at another time she
was as sure it was his voice she heard |
singing Rio verde'' up the beach.
The reality of the thing disturbed her,
est her brain were in danger, and Mrs. |
Seavern herself saw enough to make her
80 tender that Barbara wondered why |
80 dear thing as mothers love were
1ot, after all, enough.
1t seemed, however, only like a verifi-
cation of all her forebodings when, late
1t the close of the third day of the win
;er's storm, which had blown away at
asst in wild sunset, and moon letting
put weird brilliance from the edges of
;he flying scud, Victor and young Wor-
aum came hurrying in with word of
vraok off tho Point They had liphtenpd |