Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1882-05-18
Office, you know, to weep with those

Office, you know, to weep with those
that weep"
Miss Alden shrugged her shoulders, a
gesture that might imply amusement or
annoyance.
:. So you came to weep with me. You
are very kind" she said; shut, really,
you will have to cry alone. / could not
squeeze tear to save my life.''
1t was plain to Miles that the young
girl, as she stood there with both hands
In her apron pockets, was making fun
OF him. Miles was pre-eminently a good
natured man, but he had vague per-
ception that he was in some way in a
ridiculous position. The bashfulness
which had hitherto made him painfully
conventional, and not little pragmati-
cal, now gave place to a manly indigna-
ton. He arose with grave dignity
that quite awed Miss Alden.
81 have no intention of intruding
myself upon you,'' he said gently; ssbut
since you have twice sent for me for
sympathy, I thought had an undenia-
BILE right to give it. / am not very
clever at leading a young girl to talk of
herself; perhaps it was neither wise nor
/ did wish to help you, if could. You
should have respected my motive, even
if you were not edited by my converse
ton.
Miss Alden resisted q very strong
temptation to plump down in the near
est chair, in an amazed heap. Her
truth, real respect for the plain words
she had heard made her reply to them
with an equal frankness.
6 [ do not know what you mean by
my asking for your sympathy" she
said. eff had needed commiseration,
certainly should not have sought it of
a stranger. 1t may be, the surprise oc.
casioned curtness and incivility of
manner which regret; for, believe me,
| appreciate your kindness, and espe-
cially your frankness, which permits an
equal candor from me-" And the young
girl looked with grave, ehild-like con-
ndence into the eyes of her companion.
Sc Do you mean that you never sent for
me?" he returned, taking from his
pocket two little notes, and laying them
defiantly in Miss Alden's open palm.
The young girl regarded them a mo-
ment with an air of bewildered uncer-
tainty; then a sudden light seemed to
penetrate through her perplexities.
"Oh, the wretched little fiendsio. she
cried fiercely; and selecting from among
the heap of school exercises copy-book
written in a large, schoolgirl hand of
one of her scholars, she opened it and
laid the two notes in close proximity.
Poor Miles saw it all in a moment.
They must all have been penned in the
same Impractical hand. It was like a
sudden blow to him.
SC So am here without an invitation,
after all,'' he said. eWell, am truly
glad you had no need Of me. II hope
you may never lack for friends, and
your cousin may prove to be the kind,
devoted lover which your sweet life de-
mands.n
"My cousin lovert Dear, dear, will
ever end!" And Miss Alden
laughed such a genuine laugh that it
cleared all doubts that might have lin
gered in Miles mind.
sWhy, who could have put such an
odd idea into your head? Tom is often
here, because he is the only relative |
have, and seems to stand wit h me in the
place of all that are gone. He is dear
fellow, Tom is; self -complacent and
puffed up, as collegians are wont to be;
but it never occurred even to his con-
ceit, know, to attribute to me anything
but the most cousinly Affection
Miles certainly did not feel called up
on to disturb this harmless confidence
in her cousin; he only smiled raptur-
ously, shook Miss Alden's hand with a
which that surprised young
lady considered rather unealled for, then
reseated himself on the lounge with the
air of man who had nothing further to
ask for in this vale of tears.
So, at least, thought q certain impisl-
looking youngster who observed the in
teresting spectacle through the blind
less window, his view being OBJ structed
1T times by head of brown curls which |
was occasionally thrust between the |
window and him self.
swell, miss, who's likely to win this
oet?n remarked the urchin to the little
maid at his side.
Elbow do you know old Timbuctoo
has proposed?" returned the child, re-
1ectively.
swell, if he hasn't yet, he is a-going
o." observed the wise youth. s'He is
up to it beautifully"
Subsequent events proved the justice
If this assertion. There was a wedding
n Scranton in good time, at which
hese two young persons assisted with
equal eomplacency for, if the youth had
Won the wager, his companion, being
he author of the two notes to which we
nave alluded, claimed the honor of hav-
ng made the match.-E. L. Putnam,
10 Potter's Magazine.
Emigration from Ireland.