Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-11-01

1amlleS, AMI had communicated them to his
| son. The elder MIR. Gordon was first pre-
| sented, and Mollie found him anything but
| an Indian in looks or manner. The son.
| Johnnie as his father persisted in calling
him, wass a grave, digsnitied young fellow
and returned Mo!lie's rather formal and
somewhat distant greeting in an equally
| ceremonioys and remote manner. Their
| conversation was not at first particularly
brilliant OF interesting. In lieu of a mora
| suggestive topic Mollie ventured few gen.
| eral remarks concerning the weather, but,
| young MIR. Gordon not appearing to take
| the slightest interest in the existent meteoro-
logical conditions, she was speedily reduced
| to a state of hopeless imbecility, so far as
| conversation was concerned. But presently
| she revived somewhat, and essayed another
| attack. Had Mr. Gordon seen much of the
| city, and how did it impress him?
| Mr. Gordons observation of the METROPOLIS
it appeared had not been of an extensive
| character, and he was not, therefore. pre-
f! pared to commit himself as to its general ap-
| pearance. He then ventured the assertion
| that Miss Mollie had probably often seen the
ocean.
| Mollie at once admitted being on terms of
| personal intimacy with that body of water,
| and went on to describe with girlish enthu-
! siasm the beauties of the Atlantic, telling
/ how its apparently limitless area always i'm
| pressed her, and then dilating on the grand
| eur OF the scene when the vast pillows driy-
! en- by the mighty energy of gale, came
. leaping shoreward with resistless force. their
/ foam-crowned SUBMITS showing white and
| haggard against the dull gray of a cloudridder
| sky, while here and there a vessel tossing
| helplessly in the caldron of the tempest at
! tracted attention and pity. She was getting
| on famously when the young man suddenly
. INTERCEPTED query as to whether mackerel
We're not caught in the ocean.
| Mollie replied that they certainly were-at
| least she had so read in books. Personally,
| however with a charming sniff through the
| tip tilted nose), she knew nothing at all of
| the matter.
| n like mackerel,a said young Mr.. Gordon,
| especially when they are served with baked
potatoes and toast" And having delivered
| himself of this ednying astronomical senti-
F, mant be gazed ahstractedly at the toe of his
boot and appeared to be enjoying a reverie
| in which unlimited mackerel and countless
baked potatoes were constantly passing be-
| fore his enraptured vision.
| There is Some lovely needlework at the
| art exposition" suddenly exclaimed Mollie
| she having performed in the mental ocean Of
her thoughts the nautical operation known as
| "jibbing," which consists in instantaneously
| altering your course without much regard to
| how it is done.
Young Mr.. Gordon recalled himself from
| the mystic dreamland of mackerel and baked
potatoes and gazed at her intently 81 ex-
| pect likely" was his somewhat general re-
ply.
81 have got an awful cute crazy quilt
| continued Mollie. s'Did you ever see crazy
| quilt, Mr.. Gordon?'
A solemn and prolonged shaking of the head
| conveyed the information that the person
addressed was wholly ignorant of insane bed
clothes of any description.
For another hour Nfollie bravely endeav-
! ored to discover a subject concerning which
young Mr. Gordon would consent to unlock
the hoodgates of his mind but without sue
cess, and then gladly retired to her room
'Re isn't bad-looking, papa" she said to
her father in an ante-breakfast chat the
| next morning, the subject being young Mr..
Gordon, ''but he is such stupid" And then
she related the macllerel episode.
But as the days went on Mollie found
young MIR. Gordon to improve wonderfully
| on acquaintance. She soon discovered that
he could talk fiuently enough when occasion
required, and that in the line of paying the
little courtesies to which all women attach
SO much importance he was veritable Bay
ard. They rode, walked, took long drives,
and availed themselves of various other
amusements which a country life affords.
Insensibly they became very confidential
with each other, but it was the
frank confidence of friendship-at least Mol
H.
surprised than she when one evening, as they
sat together on the piazza young Mr.. Cor
don suddenly took her hand in his and asked
her to marry him. ''You must have seen
| how you have grown into my heart, Mollieg'
he said, very earnestly; 'and I am sure you
believe my love one that will be true and
faithful"
But instead of receiving the answer he
had hoped for, young Gordon found the lit
tie hand suddenly withdrawn from his, and a
pair of very snappy brown eyes looking at
him
81 am obliged for the honor, Mr.. Gordon"
she said, "but you can tell your father that I
wouldn't fall in with his plans and be disposed
of like load of hay You can tell your
father that" and Miss Mollie was gone leav-
ing young Mr.. Gordon alone on the piazza.
very SOTe Sb Heeii dLtll lHucH IlySUl1eU.
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81 am sorry that you and Johnnie should
have fallen out," said the elder Mr. Gordon
to Mollie the following day, ''because we are
going away tomorrow, and it seems too bad
to have anything mar the pleasure of our
visit had no idea the boy would fall III
love with you--that wasn't what 1 brought
him east for"
sit wasn'tf queried Mollie. getting sus-
pici0usly white about the mouth.
"Why, no." continued the father, "why
should Ig'
"Oh, of course not" incoherently replied
Mollie, and Immediately bolted into the
house, leaving Mr. Gordon to enunciate con-
fdentially to himself the proposition that
girls were hell when they got started"
The next morning Mollie arose very early,
and was unusually occupied with various
household duties-so much so that it was not
until the time for departure arrived that
young Mr. Gordon had chance to speak to
her. He came into the parlor, where she was
assiduously busting a spotless statue.
"Good-by. Miss Henderson" he said, very
slowly.
'sG-o-o-d-b-y," was the reply in a somewhat
falsetto tore, and young Mr. Gordon noticed
with surprise that Mollie did not even look
Mt him Int kept the buster going yiporo,1sIv