Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1884-01-23
atsasdas! Had MIR Gordon seen much of the


Character; and he was not, therefore, pre-
pared tocelnmit himself as to its general APP
fearaRcesss He then ventured the assertion
that Miss Mollie had probably often seen the
ocean,
Mollie at once admitted being on terms Of
PERSONAL intimacy with that body of water,
and went on to describe with girlish enthu-
siasm the beauties of the Atlantic telling
how its apparently Gmitless area always inn
pressed her, and then dilating on the grand
eur Of the scene when the vast pillows driv-
EN- by the mighty energy of n gale, came
leaping shoreward with resistless force, their
foam crowned SUBMITS showing white and
{ 'haggaad against the dull gray of a cloudridden
sky, while here and there a vessel tossing
Iahelplessly in the caldron of the tempest at
tracted attention and pity. She was getting
ION fanor,siy when the young man suddenly
| INTERCEPTED query as to whether mackerel
were not caught in the ocean.
Mollie replied that they certainly were-at
least she; had SO read in books Personally,
however with a charming sniff through the
tip tilted nose), she knew nothing at all of
the matter.
81 like mackerel," said young Mr. Gordon,
especially when they are served with baked
potatoes and toast" And having delivered
himself of this edifying astronomical senti-
>ment he gazed abstractedly at the toe of his
boot and appeared to be enjoying a reverie
in which unlimited mackerel and countless
baked potatoes were constantly passing be-
fore his enraptured vision.
tThere is some lovely needlework at the
art exposition" suddenly exclaimed Mollie,
she having performed in the mental ocean of
her thoughts the nautical operation known as
'jihbing,2 which consists in instantaneously
altering your course without much regard to
how it is done.
Young Mr.. Gordon recalled himself from
the mystic dreamland of mackerel and baked
potatoes and gazed at her intently. 81 ex-
pect hkely,n was his somewhat general re-
ply.
Il have got an awful cute crazy quilt"
continued Mollie. "Did you ever see crazy
quilt, Mr. Gordon?"
A solemn and prolonged shaking of the head
conveyed the information that the person
addressed was wholly ignorant of insane bed
clothes of any description.
For another hour Mollie bravely endeav-
ored to discover subject concerning which
young Mr. Gordon would consent to unlock
the fioodgates of his mind, but without sue
cess, and then gladly retired to her room.
"He isn't bad-looking, papa" she said to
her father in an ante-breakfast chat the
next morning, the subject being young Mr..
Gordon, ''but he is such stupid" And then
she related the mackerel episode.
T But as the days went on Mollie found
young Mr.. Gordon to improve wonderfully
on acquaintance She soon discovered that
he could talk f1uently enough when occasion
required, and that in the line of paying the
little courtesies to which all women attach
80 much Importance he was veritable Bay
ard. They RODE walked, took long drives,
and awaited themselves of various other
amusements which a country life affords.
Insensibly they became very confidential
with each other, but it was the
frank confidence of friendship-at least Mol
lie thought so, and never was mortal more
surprised than she when one evening, as they
sat together 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; land 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 lit
tie hand suddenly withdrawn from his, and
pair of very snappy brown eyes looking at
him
81 am obliged for the honor, MIR. Gordon"
she said, "but you can tell your father that
wouldn't fall in with his plans and be disposed
of like load Of hay. You can tell your
father that" and Miss Mollie was gone, leav-
ing young Mr.. Gordon alone on the piazza,
very sore at heart and very much mystifed.
= = = = *
81 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 had no idea the boy would fall in
love with you-that wasn't what brought
him east for.'
''It wasn'tF' queried Mollie. getting sus-
piciously white about the mouth.
"Why, no." continued the father, ''why
should Ig'
ooh, of course not" incoherently replied
Mollie and Immediately bolted into The
house, leaving Mr.. Gordon to enunciatel Ar
fidentially to himself the prop4rted,n
girls were hell when they g2tose very early,
The next Usually occupied with various
and valid duties-so much SO that it was not
| hou1 the time for departure arrived that
Young Mr.. Gordon had a chance to speak to
her. He came into the parlor, where she was
assiduously dustmg a spotless statue.
''Good-by, Miss Henderson" he said, very
slowly.
"G-o-o-d-b-y," was the reply in a somewhat
falsetto tone, and young Mr.. Gordon noticed
with surprise that Mollie did not even look
at him, but kept the buster going vigorously
els there ANYTHING can do for Won in the
vest" he said, going close to her.
"No-o."
'sNothing at ala Is there nothing you
want?'
seY-e-esn
"What is it?'
81 want you" she suddenly exclaimed, and
before young Mr., Gordon had time to reflect
on this extraordinary declaration he found
very pretty young lady sobbing violently in
his arms, and from the halIheard his father
remark that if women didn't totally eclipse
the internal regions he had failed to discover