The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1884-10-24

summer there. I wrote this to Angel
ma:
"Since you connot be with me it does
not matter where l am-this stupid
place as well as any other. Address to
the care of Deacon Stevenson. J shall
, remain with hlm while | preach here"
1t was apleasant summer, despite the
dulIness of the place. How good the
quaint old deacon was, when one really
knew him! How motherly was Mrs.
Stevenson! As for Mary, she grew
sweeter every day, l ofteh won
dered what Angelina would have said
could she have seen me- helping her to
pick blackberries, to find the runaway
COW, to carry home the milk pail, driv-
ing her over to the country grocery
and returning with a freight of grocer
ies-Angelina, who knew nothing OF
domestic details, and whose monogram
ed and perfumed letters were often
brought oyer from the office in company
with the paralfine an. l wrote my
sermons at one end of the round table,
while Mary sat at the other sewing.
Between us was q lamp with a green
paper shade. Now and then a big bug
would fly into the window and go hum
ming about our heads, or a moth would
try to SINCE its wings yer the chimney,
and l would drive it out. The old peo-
pie would go to bed after a while, and
then Mary and I would find ourselves
hungry, and she would go into the
kitchen to find something good. l al
ways held the light for her; and when
something good was found we ate it in
the back porch, sitting side by side on
the step, like two children. She was
so like q child-that little Mary-that
it seemed no harm to ask her to kiss
me goodnight, or to hold her hand in
mine as it rested on my arm in our long
walks home from church on Sunday
evening.
The summer passed; October came;
Angelina returned to the city and wrote
to me. 1t was while we were eating
peaches and cream in the back porch
That evening hat I said to Mary: II
will tell you a secret, if you will keep it
for a while, Mary"
"Oh, of course I will, Mr.. Mectag-
CERT"
II am going to be married this au-
tumn, Mary" / said. '"Those pretty
letters you always thought came from
my sister are from the lady who is to
marry me. She is very beautiful, very
rich, very stylish, but very kind. You
must come and see us, Mary, when you
are married. ] shall tell Angelina how
good you have been to me-what a
sweet little sister ] have found out here
in the Vale of Cruix. Why, Mary"
For, a / spoke, 1 felt the little hand
l held grow cold and heavy in mine. /
saw her sink backward. The big china
bowl of peaches and cream slipped with
a crash to the ground and was shat
tered TO pieces.
l caught the poor child in my arms.
In a moment she came TO herself and
said she had overtired herself, she
thought. They had been baking all
day, and it was warm. And now she
babe me good night. But | did not see
her next day, nor the next. She kept
her room, and was not well enough to
bid me good-by.
Poor little Mary / felt very znisera-
bic. However, Angelina met me at
Glasgow. She was more beautiful
than ever-more elegant in contrast to
my simple country friend-and very
0 0 laughed a. myself for the thought
that had been In my heart. OF course,
] said it was the baking that had over
come Mary-it was not my news. I
had only been to her as a friend-as a
brother. / had not made love to her.
But / thought of Mary q great deal, and
/ missed her every hour, exactly-oh,
yes, exactly-as / might . sister.
i wrote to Mrs. Stevenson, and her
answer was very brief.
II haven't much time to write, " she
said in her postscript. MARY Is sick,
and besides being driven / am anxious"
This letter was in my pocket on that
day when Angelina and / went together
to the bazaar for the benefit Of the
Church Of st. Matthew.
After we had roamed about the bazaar
and bought all sorts of knicknacks / es-
eeTtea Angelina to 9 seat, and there sat
down to wait while one Of the ladies,
who, "on this occasion only" was doing
good, onerous hard work, brought US q
tray of refreshments.
AS we sat there slipping our coffee two
women sat down at the next table with
their backs to MS.
II am very tired, are you not, Mrs.
Russell? And the other answered:
Yes, / am tired. I don't think that
it is worth the while to come all the
way from Vale OF Cruix to Glasgow sight
SEEING
This was the voice OF Stevenson's
nearest neighbor, and I liked and re-
spected her, yet did not feel quite sure
how angelina would like an introduce
tior, and SO RETAINED from looking
round and making myself known.
81 think we'd better have tea said
the voice; "it's more refreshing than
| coffee. Oh. how Il Mary sodav
Think Of my never asking before"
MARY is poorly, " said Mrs. Russell