Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1882-09-14

MI sOOWdUs Is fts aAo yOA Ahos
hhimpag Well, yoarsaMr- acossan IS
"Heis not. Heis al artist 3 he drew
nv picture, perfectlY.,' IS g
!" Did hep You are gettihgon spl en-
= ssWeIl, I'll 10 and tell tn s. puppy to
come and get his bone; it is almost six
O'Clock" and she picked up little
basket and was off Howell started to
follow, but she waved him back with her
hand. "You can wait for me there"
Howell bit his lip and obeyed. He was
already Jealous of ''the puppy" How
little is required to awake thatsentiment.
in our naturesl ~ A#
Dora walked dem urely down the path
and passed Cowan, and just looked at
him out of the corner of her eye and
pretended not to see him.
"Miss Barnetti''
ala, how you startled mel" with
hypocritical start; 81 was going for some
flowers. Its supperztime; you had
better go to The house.
win assist you. -
sYou needn't. Perhaps had better
return; mamma may need me-" tie
! took the basket flom her arm and they
walked slowly toward the house.
Who is that conceited fellow who
passed me just nowa" wyTy
ss1Ie is NOS a conceited fellow; he is
Mr.. Howell. whose father owns the farm
over there.' g
"He assured me that he himself was
the proprietary sAE ASe =
"Well, his father is old apd he is the
Thew approached the house inst as
Mrs. Barnett herself announced supper.
Cowan excused himself, made his
toilet in fifteen minutes and came down.
And during supper and all the even
ing these two men, or rather man and
boy, talked at each other, Howell al
most snarling like dog whose bone
seems in Jeopardy, CoWan with some
what the principle of the dog ins the
manager; from which it would appear
that both were puppies. (And my critics
will howl at this last elegant paragraph,
I'll be bound!) And it is not to be de-
MED that Dora took some pleasure in
setting them at each other. -srInnocent!g
+ Howell went homei in a bitter shurnor !.
This young fellow had made rapid
strides during his six hours acquaint-
ance! Your egoist gets introduced and
is acquainted instanter. A viVacious and
unsophisticated girl is the same.
Well, as days passed youth and ego
ism and youth and innocence as shad-
owed forth in Charles and Dora (did
tell you his name was sCharlesP took
frequent strolls about the farm, the one
sketching, the other looking on interest
ed, and after awhile Johng got to going
home sometimes without seeing what
he came 10 see, and what he feared at
first he came to consider as a certainty,
in which he was mistaken as to Dora,
andaas to Charles, too-until some time
after he reached the conclusion at least.
. But aftersaWhile Dora began to possess
a new interest for her, companion, and
gradually he began to think less of him.
self and more Of her, and this change,
once begun, progressed rapidly ;and from
laughing at John Howell, he got to feel
ing little stronger sentiment than con-
tempt toward him, for Dora, who per-
haps had an intuition of the change, no
longer stunned the companion of her
childhood, but took some pains to be-
present when he called. ~s
And now Cowan began to love in
earnest, and as love entered his heart
egoism leaked out by degrees, and he
began to have less and less confidence
he had strange and unusual moods. He
had hot and. cold spells, and his self
con1placent disposition returned to him
spasmodically, and always deserted him
when he attempted to carry out the reso-
luton which he always formed on such
occasions-to tell his love. But one
day, when the twain had wondered fur
Their away from home than usual and
Dora was engaged in the same occupa-
ton as on the first day he saw her, and
he was sketching her as then, he formed
again this resolution and carried it out
there and then, without giving it time
to dissolve. He was a boy no longer,
for love transforms boys into men rap
idly-and girls into women, too, for
that matter-and so he told his love like
asman. And Dora never interrupted
him while he poured the burning tale of
his passion into her ears, but only looked
at him in astonishment, with wide, open
eyes, and when he had done and saw
| this look, which he could not mistake,
his poor heart grew faint with appre-
hension, and when she said, with little
smile on her lip, sect up, silly boy, he
became silly boy again for mOnaenta
and turned his face away and hsobbed-a
just once-a great sob that seemed to
tear his very heart from his breast. and
when he looked at her again, behold!
there was great tear in either eye, for
his sudden despair was enough to draw
tears from heart of stone, which hers
was not. But that little shower ftoEf1
her eyes was to him like shower from
the sky to a drooping flower, land he
plucked up little hope and began to res
peat his story. But she did not wait for
him to finish it this time. She stopped
him with q little gesture and told him a
few hard truths, though it cut her to the
heart to do SO in sight of his mingled
hope and despair. -..........
g What right have you to talk to a
woman of lover You who have lived
without doing anything, without an OBJ.
ject-what have you to offer woman?
A dawdler; a butterfly going from one
flower to another and slipping its
sweets2 Go and do something. Paint q