The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1883-04-19
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you, old boy. OF course you mean to
marry her?"
Marry heri'' in a tone of intense
scorn. ''Marry this little green country
girl when the stately and elegant Miss
Carol is ready at any minute to throw
herself and her half-million into my
arms! Helen Langley is q pretty little
girl, and altogether charming for sum-
mer Irritation; but marry her? Not |,
my friend =
Then, Hal, you are doing cruel un-
manly thing in playing with her. What
do you intend to do when you leave? /
heard YOU ask her if she loved you the
other night, and of course supposed the
matter was settled
''And did you hear the answer | gotP
Her grandmother called her and she
ran off without answering, and has been
very shy of me since
''Weli, you know she loves you, and
it's no child,s play with her"
Hal gave low laugh.
She'll get over it, and settle down
into farmers wife,
For shame, HAIR and Roger irving
walked of anEriiy.
The other gave q long low whistle,
and followed leisurely.
Roger irving and Harry Sanders had
come from the city to the quiet little
town of Arden TO spend their vacation,
and had been for four weeks inmates OF
Farmer Langley's house.
No sooner had they passed out OF
sight than young Girl jumped up from
behind a clump OF bushes, and looked
after hem with blazing eyes.
.'Yes, Harry Sanders, did love you,
but, thank Heaven! | never told you so.
You viii iiud that the little green coun-
trv Girl can hate as we'll as lOver'
She spoke quickly and passionately
and then threw herself down on ths
ground n a passion OF tears.
Three hours later, Roger and Harry
were sitting on the piazza smoking
The sun had gone down, and the stars
were beginning to come out one by one
Grandma Langley sat Just inside the
parlor window with her knitting.
Il don't see where Helen is; she sell
dom is away so late"
just then the object of grandma's so
licituie came in sight. She was walking
along carelessly, her hat on her arm
and her hair blowing about her face.
She came up and took q seat on the pi-
| azza, with cool good evening to Harry
and pleasant smile to Roger.
Have YOU been to supper, dear?
asked grandma anxiously.
Il don't care for any" in tone that
forbade further questioning.
Roger took up the book lying in
Helen's lap. 1t was volume of Ten
nyson. He could not conceal look of
surprise as he asked:
''Ah, do you read Tennyson, Miss
Fclon?"
''Oh yes," she answered quietly.
Rather surprising that little green
country girl should read Tennyson, is it
| not?n
Harry looked at her uneasily, but her
| innocent looking eyes treasured him
| somewhat, and he said smilingly:
Not for you, Miss Langley"
She ignored him completely, and
turning to Roger, engaged him in con-
versation.
They talked about books, music, art,
| and both Roger and Harry, who sat
listening, were surprised at the ease and
familiarity with which she conversed on
these subjects.
Helen was very brilliant that evening
and Roger left her with the impression
that he had never seen so lovely wom-
an before.
From that night Helen was changed
being. She read and talked with Roger,
while Harry was obliged to look moodi-
" on, and wonder where pretty little
Helen had gone.
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then one NIGHT Helen informed them
that she was going away to make visit
She would say goodbye now, she
said, as she should start very early in
the morning.
She shock hands with Roger, and with
a smile and goodbye, excused herself
for the rest of the evening.
Roger wondered why such pang
shot through his heart.
Would he never see her again?
The thought made him sick at heart
He could not let her go in that wav
He loved her; this impetuous passion
ale young girl had won the heart of him
whout 80 many managing mamn.as had
tried TO ensnare for the last five years.
The next morning Roger was up very
early. but Helen was all ready to start.
and Roger could not get word with
her alone
The stage drove up. and he held her
little hand in his a moment: then she
stepped into the stage, the driver crack
ed his whip. and she was gone.
Roger turned eagerly to Grandma
Langley, and piled her with questions
as to where Helen had gone, and for
how long; but grandma would give him
no information, and he turned away des-
pairingly.