Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1884-10-25

manly, tender. She didn't seem to be the
false-hearted coquette he had taken her
for at all. And so, watching her thus in
the peace and quiet of her own home, ever
kind and respectful to her father and
mother, ever sweet and sisterly to him, he
began to have an uneasy consciousness
that he had been a conceited fool to call
her firt, and from that moment began to
look on her with favor. All, Dick, Dick,
my poor boy, you are in the tolls now, and
you won't get out, either!
She was thousand times more bewitch-
ing now than she had ever been at the
club. She was so def, so dainty. He
would catch glimpses of her, fitting, rosy
| checked. about the house, in check apron
tied behind with an enormous bow, and
anon would hear her singing some ballad
| while she worked.
One afternoon they went to the orchard
to pick some cherries with which Miss
| Dungeon was to make some species Of pre-
serves. They also had little commission
to discharge for the worthy professor, who
said, with much explicitness, that he
wanted them to get him few "apls
hymenopteras" OF course they compre-
hended instantly what he desired They
worked all the afternoon, laughing and
chatting gayly, Dick exerting himself es-
peciallv to please her, to in some degree
make amends for his injustice. He told
stories, cracked jokes, and kept up an I'M
ceasing fire of small talk. He sought
every opportunity to make her smile, she
did it so prettily. Her eyes would twinkle
like twin stars, her rosy lips would slowly
part, as though loath to lose one anothers
companionship, two rows of pearly teeth
would reveal themselves, and her whole
face would become dimpling, blushing
| laugh.
After they had been picking for some
| time with great zeal, they suddenly noticed
that it was getting late. Already the twi-
light was gathering around them. So they
started for the house, dragging their pals
and baskets after them. Suddenly Nellie
jumped upon the trunk of a partly fallen
tree, and with cry of 30, Dick, this is
for you,' picked a cherry Of most gigantic
size from an overhanging branch. So,
standing above him with eyes laughing and
cheeks mantling at his adniring gaze, she
cried:
Here, open your mouth, you naughty
boy One, two, three And now you must
help me down."
Then, as he gave her his hand and stood
looking up for moment into her sweet
face, quick as fiash-O strange and ire
levant human mind there thrilled
through his brain with the intensity
almost of agony, fusing into a new and
| beautiful idea, all his remorse, all his adj
! miration, all his lurking affection for her,
| the knowledge that he loved her. 1t is in
such moments as these, that soul speaks to
soul, without word or sound, and when
she saw the love-light leap to his eyes it
needed no speech to assure her that his
existence and hers were bound up together
to all eternity. And when she stepped
lightly down from the tree-trunk he did
not release the little pink hand, but held
it in his own trembling fingers.
Then the slight, quivering silence, when
minutes are ages, and heart-beats life
times.
"Nelliew
She had turned away now and was
trembling also.
"Nellie,"
No answer save sob.
My Ncllie!"
And with glad, gurgling cry Of JOY she
sprang into his arms and hid her b!ushing
face upon his breast Il Chicago Tribune.