The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1884-03-07

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and persistentiy alluded TO him as 'the
Arapahoe."
It had always been a fancy of Mr..
Henderson's hat he should like to see
his daughter married to the son of his
old friend, and he had not failed 60
mention the fact to Mollie when that
young lady reached the age at which the
feminine mind is supposed to t2ke
more or less interest III such matters.
But Miss Mollie only shifted the air
disdainfully through her ''retrousse'
nose, and replied that she hoped papa
would succeed in getting rid of her to
some aborigine, throwing out at the
same time dark hints to the effect that
in case the child of the prairie should
suddenly become deceased, she had no
doubt Mr.. Barnum would part with n
| of his wild men of BorneO, in order
that all hopes of a suitable alliance for
her might not he frustrated. At the
close of one of these OutbruSts, she
would generally weep %copiously, which
action always reduced Mr.. Henderson
to a state of servile humility, and as
sured Miss Mollie immunity from fur
ther allusion to matrimony for at least
a month.
But now the young man who had
fitted in such a will-o-the wisp fashion
before her mental vision for so many
years was coming to New York. The
trip was to be made, his father had
written Mr.. Henderson for the double
purpose of giving "the boy" Che was
26) a chance to see the sights of a
great city and affording the other gen.
tleman an opportunity of revisiting the
scenes of his youth, which as Mr.. Hen
derson informed Mollie, parenthetically,
while reading the letter to her, were
about four miles back of New London,
Conn, and not so far as he was aware,
of a particularly inspiring character.
"NOw, Pansey, darling" said Mr..
Henderson, when the letter reading was
finished, 81 don't want you to marry
young Gordon or any n else, unless
you do so of your own accord. But L
do want you to treat him well and make
his stay as pleasant as possible"
'Of course I'll do that, papa" replied
Mollie, dutifully, as she sat upon the
sofa, tapping one little foot with the
other, and gazing upon the operation in
a reflective manner. "Of course / shall
be polite to him, but really 1 don't
want to marry him, and go out West to
live among the prairie dogs and sheep
In a wigwam."
The day of the Gordons' arrival was
q momentous one for Mollie, and when,
seeing her father enter the house with
two men, one of middle age and the
other young, she descended to the par
Tor, it was with a feeling of some trepi-
dation, as she concluded Mr.. Gordon
entertained ideas reciprocal to those of
her father on the subject of a matrimo-
NAL alliance between the two families,
and had communicated them to his
son. The elder Mn. Gordon was
the first presented, and Mollie
found him anything but an Indian in
looks or manner. The son, Johnnie"
as his father persisted in calling him,
was a grave dignified young fellow, and
returned Mollie's rather formalssand
somewhat distant greeting in al equal
ly ceremonious and remote manner.
Their conversation was not at first par
ticularly brilliant or interesting. In
lieu of a more suggestive topic Mollie
ventured a few general remarks con-
corning the weather, but young Mr..
Gordon not appearing to take the
slightest interest in the existant met
geological conditions, she was speedily
reduced to a state of hopeless imbecili
ty, so far as conversation was con-
cerned. But presently she revived
somewhat, and essayed another attack.
Had Mr.. Gordon seen much of the city,
and how did it impress him?
MIR. Gordon's observation Of the me-
tropolis it appeared, had not been of al
extensive character, and he was not,
therefore prepared t. commit himself as
to its general appearance. He then ven
tured the assertion that Miss Mollie had
probably often seen the ocean.
Mollie at once admitted being on
teens with that body Of water, and went
on to describe with a girIish enthusiasm
the beauties of the Atlantic, telling how
its apparently limitless area always i'm
pressed her, and thery dilating on the
grandeur of the scene when the vast
pillows driven BY the mighty energy of
a gale came leaping ~shoreward, with re-
s~istless force, their foam-crowned sum
mits showing white and haggard against
the dull gray OF q cloud-ridden sky,
while here and there a vessel tossed
restlessly in the caldron of tile tempest
attracted attention and pity. She was
getting on faraously, when the young
man suddenly interiected the query as
to whether mackeral were caught in the
ocean.
Mollie replied that they certainly
were, lat least she had SO read in books
Personally, however with a charming
sniff through the nose), she knew Moth
ing at all of the matter.
II like mackerel,p said Young Mr..