Helena weekly herald. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1867-1900, 1882-04-20
A REAL SWEET STORY.
[Harper's Weekly.

| [Harper's Weekly.
1t was by far the worst quarrel they had
ever had, and they had had many, for she
had temper and he had temper, and they
were both of them impulsive young people
with very little selfcontrol.
''You are false, selfish, untruthful, man
J like man." said she.
And you a suspicious, unreasonable, un-
womanly woman" said he
Take back your letters" she cried, fling
ing parcel tied with hyacinth blue ribbon
on the floor at his feet.
II will, he muttered between his clenched
teeth, picking up the parcel and throwing it
into the fire, where it blazed brightly for a
moment or two, and then flew away in thin
uncanny black fragments up the chimney.
AS the last fragment disappeared, Rick
turned again to Lefty, with frowning brow,
and asked, as he had asked before, 'Do you
still persist in accusing me of deceit and
falsehood ?'
II do" she replied, unless you show me
the charm"
II will not show it to you," he declared,
with violent emphasis. "Ifm word be not
sufficient, refuse to give you further proof.
| wonder that you dare insult me by asking
it. And 1 also wonder how you, believing
me to be false and untruthful, can be will
ing to trust your future to me. And, to
speak frankly, l begin to think we have
made great mistake in supposing that we
could spend that future happily together,
for | am fully convinced we are anything
but
Two souls with but single thought,
Two hearts that beat as one.
(Thaca Epac xUara ouotad with mOSt sarcastic
infection.) "And furthermore, I also begin
to think that perhaps it would have been
better if we had never made this mistake
if we had never met, in fact"
"Oh, indeed, sirI-with great assumption
Of dignity Have you just arrived at that
conclusion? [ have been sure of it. But
there is nothing easier than to part Your
letters are already disposed Of Tomorrow
will send back your ring and picture. And
then, when / am free once more, l can try
and please my mother (our acquaintance, as
you are well aware, has never pleased herr,
and in pleasing her | may find am doing
pleasant as well as wise thing for myself"
"Are you referring to Broughman Brown?"
II am referring to Broughman Brown"
by heavensr y exclaimed Rick, seizing his
hat, this is too much. Lefty, goodbye for
everw
I
Patience. drumming an accompaniment on
the window pane. and vouchsafed no answer
Rick rushed from the room. The humming
and drumming ceased instantly, and the
whiIom performer listened intently. Five
minutes passed and still the street door did
not slam. HE is waiting for me to come out
into the hall and beg his pardon, | suppose
she said with q defiant grimace, but
won't" and she turned again to the window
as the door shut with bang
And then she flung herself On the lounge,
kicked off her slippers and cried like q sun
shower. Rick gone, and gone forever
Rick, whom she had loved so dearly, and
who had loved her 50 dearly, for two long
years And why? Just because that silly,
giggling Lena Varian, with her pale-bue
eyes and straw-colored hair had chosen to
tell fibs about him. And shaking the tears
from her lashes, she began scolding herself as
hard as she had scolded poor Rick. THE
idea, Ietty Lounsberry, of your believing
that girl before him. What possessed you?
He did flirt little with her. that is true !;
but all men flirt little with girls who persist
in admiring them and flattering them But
he never gave her the little gold plg-yOur
Christmas gift to him-never! How she got
it / can't imagine, but he would have eX-
planned if you had given him chance" And
the absent mother, gone to Aunt Emory s
for two days visit, came in for share OF
reproach "If she had only let our engage
ment be known instead of insisting upon our
waiting until Rick was twenty-one, and
had not been obliged to carry my engage
ment ring in my back hair, the only place
where it is safe from Baby's-Goodness
gracious. Babyw And Lefty suddenly re-
:, membered that ever since Rick came in to
make a morning call, knowing Mrs. Louns-
!: berry was absent-poor fellow! he'd have
staid away if he could have forseen his re-
ception-Baby had been sitting alone in the
diningroom in the middle of the big dining
table, surrounded by all the pickle and mar
, malade Jars and fruit cans and catsup bottles
and lam pots out of the stOre-room. For it
was the monthly housekeeping day, and the
: store-room fell to Lettys share, the foreign
help being gifted with too great talent for
smashing and breaking, to say nothing OF an
equally great talent for abstracting and de-
, vouring both sweets and sOurs Lefty sprang
from the lounge. thrust her feet into heI
Slippers. and hastened where duty had been
calling her for some time. Baby sat, as good
st as gold nursing bottle of tomato sauce
snuggly wrapped in a dish-towel, in the very
spot where she had been when Rick's ring
summoned her to the door. Only one small
flask lay broke on The nOor, HulnS JUG OH
with the subtle fragrance of garlic. That
won't be missed" said Lefty. THANK for
tune" there is no worse mischief done. But
the "thank" was scarcely uttered when hel
eyes fell upon the last jar Of the famous
peach marmalade, the secret OF the making
of which died with grandmamma, and which
was being carefully kept for Aunt Emory's
AUNT Emory was an old maid worth $50,
OOO) birthday. There it stood directly IN
q front of Baby, with more than half OF 1t:
thick paper torn off, and a yawning cavity
made in its precious contents by little scoop.
ing fingers. A 4.
SOh, Baby why couldn't you have taker
any lar but that ?' asked Lettie, reproach
fully and dramatically.
But Baby evidently had no excuse to offe
for not doing so, for she kept on grooming U
. her bottle doll, while her sister hastily fash
y ioned another paper hat and tied it scarcel,
over what remained of the original cover
ing. Jff3as
Then said Baby, aRick liss mice Rick
+ Oh, that is what he was doing when sh
ej oolishly imagined he was waiting for her 7
4 come and implore her forgivness- biddin.
s. goodbye to Baby. She might have know
fH it, for he had always loved Baby dearly.
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