The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1884-07-24

decided that he would not beg for pu-
pills, and on no occasion did he ask tho
farmers to send their children. He
was treated politely, yet he could SEQ
that tho people of tho neighborhood
cared nothing for his society, but as
this Indifference was mutual he spent
worry littlo time in regret.
Ono day Windin' Blades failed to
come, but Weed, with her face all
aglow with hoalthful exercise, came as
usual. Whom she had hung up her
homospun cloak, and shaken tho snow
from the bright hair, Hayloid asked:
''Where is your brothorp"
"Ho amt here"
II SOC hos not here, but whero Is
ho?"
"At home"
"Why didn't he comoP"
"Had to 60 to mill" .a,u
"Weed, don't you think you aro
learning worry rapidlyP"
eyes, sir"
"I don't think / over saw anyone
make such progress. You have a fno
order of mind, and hopo that after l
leave the neighborhood you will pursue
your studies still"
You arc not thinking about leaving
are your" looking up with eyes in
which thoro lurkcd shadows of sad
ness.
Il shall not leave Immediately, but
In justice to myself cannot romain hero
much longer"
She twisted tho flax homemade but
ton on her dross, and gazcd ixodly in
to tho roaring fire.
''Do you want mo to stay herop" he
asked.
~ cs," twisting the button.
"But you know 1 cannot stay here
always.n
NO" she replied with brightouing
eycs, 1--WE cannot stay anywhere al
ways We havc to die metimo."
"Why, Weed, you arc running ahead
OF your studies. You have dumped
from the fourth reader to on advanced
book of philosophy"
Sho did not thoroughly comprehend
his meaning, but she laughed and be-
slowed on him glance which forever
remained pleasant momory.
''Do you. SO fresh and vigorous, with
such bloom of perfect life, over think
of dyingp"
Yes" sho replied sadly, my little
sister was tho picture of health, with
more bloom than l have and with a
face so bright that everybody wanted
to kiss it, but she died. When thoy
said that she could not gct we'll | did
not believe them, but ono morning,
when went to the bed and found tho
bloom all gone, knew thoy had told
me the truth Now | know that any,
body can die and that the bloom docs
not mean lie, but many times means
DEATH"
Ho looked at her in surprise. lie had
taken great pains to correct her Ian
guago, and had from day to day noted
hor advancement; yet he was not pre-
pared for tho expression of such views,
common enough with older people, but
rare with one so young.
"You arc right, Weod. The roso
may be bright to-day, but tonight q
frost may Kill it; but we have wandered
from our subject. What was trying
to toll you, anyway"
"About your going to leave"
''Oh, yes. You know that can not
remain hore much longer. Vory few
men would have staid this long, but I,
have nothing to do"
And did you stay hero because you
had nothing to dop"
81 don't exactly mean that. moan
that / could not havo remained had
other business engagements pressed
mo-"
''But you would not havo como here
had other engagements pressed you"
''You are developing tact as we'll as
philosophy. Now, to tell you the truth,
after staying hero thrco days no busi-
ness could have called me away. Only
one person could have influenced me
to loave."
"Whop"
"You, and you alone"
"How could have had any innu-
encoP"
"You possess an unconscious innu-
once that is stronger than iron. If YOU
had said you did not want mo to re-
main l should have goue away. | have
studied your face closely, and / have
over seen, or fancied that / saw, kind
ness and welcome in your oyos."
'1sn't it time to take in school, Mr..
Hayloidp"
mo, thcro is time for nothing but to
tell you of my, doop love for you.
Weed, you arc the caCso of my romain-
ing here, l love you with n heart that
was never before moved"
CiIo Ildi LWISLOIl Oil JIlC DuIIOn anu
sat changing it from one hand to the
other.
"No woman, no matter how culti-
waited, could win my love from you. \"
'Doyou know why learned so fastp"
sho asked, dropping tho button and
clasping hor hands.
'Becauso you havo q bright mind"
mo, because love you"
He caught hor in his arms and was
pressing hor lip whom Windin' Blades
burst into tho room.
'"Thar now," no said, stopping In
amazemont. THAR now, Mr.. aay1oid.
Don't say nothin' moro to mo bout
kitchin' grasshoppcrs. I'd rather bo
kotch putin gear on grasshoppors
than to be kotch puttin' my arms
round n gal. Whoopr' and Windin'
Blades, in celebration of his conquest,
seized bonch log and bela5ored tho
writing table.
'Tm goin' to toll pa on you, sir, t"
/ said the girl