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

and baked potatoes and gazed at her IN
tentiy. x expect likely, was mo
somewhat general reply.
~ have got iii awful cute c;'"%yy
quilt" continued Mollie. Did you
ever see a crazy quilt, Mr.. Gordon?"
A solemn and prolonged shaking OF
the head conveyed the information that
the person addressed was totally lgno-
rant of insane bedclothes Of any de
scription.
For another hour Mollie ~endeavored
to discover a subject concerning winch
young Mr.. Gordon would consent to
unlock the food gates of his mind, but
without success, and then gladly retired
to her room.
He isn't ~bad-looking, papa" she
said to her father in IN ante-breaktast
chat the next morning, the subject be-
ing young Nh. Gordon, ''but he is such
a stupid" and then she related the
mackeral episode.
But as the days went on Mollie found
Young Mr. Gordon to improve wonder
fully on acquaintance. She soon dis
covered that he could talk fuently
enough when occasion required, and
that in the line of paying the little cour-
tesies to which all women attach so
much Importance he was q veritable
Bayard. They rode, walked, took long
drives, and availed themselves of vari-
u other amusements which a country
life affords. Insensibly they became
very confidential with each other, but
it was the frank confidence of friend
ship-at least Mollie thought so, and
never was mortal more surprised than
she when one evening, as they sat to-
gether 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, Mollie," 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the little hand suddenly withdrawn
from his, and a very snappy pair Of
brown eyes looking at him.
Il am obliged for the honor, Mr..
Gordon" she said, 'but you can tell
your father that l wouldn't fall in with
his plans and be disposed of like a load
Of hay. You can tell your father that"
and Miss Mol!ie was gone, leaving
young Mr.. Gordon alone on the piazza,
very sore at heart and very much lcysti-
fed.
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'I 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. 1 had no
idea the boy would fall in love with
you-that wasn't what L brought him
east for"
cit wasn't?" said Mollie, getting sus-
~piciously white about the mouth.
"Why, no." continued the father,
"why should IL"
"Oh, of course not ?" incoherently re-
piled Mollie, and Immediately bolted
into the house.
The next day Mollie arose very early,
and was unusually occupied with various
nOuSenOlu UuIleS-SO much So bHab III
was not until the time for departure
arrived that young Mr.. Gordon had q
chance to speak to her. He came into
the psrlor, where she was assiduously
busting a spotless statue.
Goodbye, Miss Henderson," he
said very slowly.
"G-o-o-d-b-y-e," was the reply in a
somewhat falsetto tone, and young Mr..
Gordon noticed with surprise that Mol
lie did not even look at him, but kept
the buster going vigorously.
rs there anything | can do for you
in the West?" he said, going close to
her.
Moo"
Nothing at all? Is there nothing
you want?"
'sY-e-e-s.n
What is it?"
II want you" she suddenly *
claimed, and before young Mr.. Gordon
had time to reflect on this extraordinary
declaration he found a very pretty
young lady sobbing violently in his
arms, and from the hall heard his faith
er remark that if women didn't totally
eclipse all things, he had failed to dis
cover what did.
The Origin of Worcestershire
Sauce.