The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-05-03

lldu DeOu SlduullllS gave llef al uuNOulSu StllSe
of pain.
The truth was she had walked in the morning
with the headache and sent him message to
that effect when he had desired to see her at an
| unreasonably early hour. But it had passed off,
and she had quite forgotten that it had ever
| been
do you think that headache is part of my
stock in trader she asked with high color
'Oh, no! forgive me; of course | don't. If
did think that, it would be to class you with all
other women in that particular And in no par
ticular are you like any other woman
That making amends with Vengeance.
! Silence followed the speech
isn't this too much effort for you Miss Shep-
herd--this battle with the windP after pause.
"Oh. no; like it,
but if you were to take my arm I am sure
that it would steady you until we get in the lee
of that wood; then it will be very much easier
II do very well alone, thank you
| Hmm
us this favorite promenade Miss Shepherd
| should think it might be fine exercise to walk
here when the sand is deep and dry. 1t must
come over ones shoetops and is as unstable as
womans temper
rs that your strongest smile, Mr.. Manches-
teri"
81 do not think of anything at present that
would strengthen it
Il do walk here frequently. Now and then
| meet stray Indian woman. You have noticed
the grace of these squawsl 1t comes from their
| preference for the sand a promenade. But
| they generally carry basket of fish or pap
poose on their shoulders, to effect proper bal
| ance.n
They are hideous They don't walk-they
plow"
TRY the beach some day yourself, Mr.. Man
chester, and see how easy it is to he graceful"
ut is easy now, at least" he said, signif-
cantly glancing at her, really trimming
with compliment and anxious to get below the
tart crust of her mood, into the lurking places of
her sweetest humor.
She ignored him.
She halted now, tracing the faint ridges in the
sand where each outgoing wave left the record
of its journey.
They are all aspiring she said: "but one
washes out the trace of the other with just
little mercy men show to the wave of their
felow-men.'
IF the shore lines were always the same. this
fresh buoyant lake would be stagnant pool,
! We should all die of it. Better the stirring and
rubbing out than the standing still Aren't the
new wave-marks as graceful as the oldl"
Perhaps
This half satrical sparrng was one of their
| customs. She seemed specially to delight in it.
He was always gancing off into personalities
her personality-but she liked to reflect, and to
| say perverse things.
Just then longer-reachng swash came boldly
up and crawled all about her feet Thanks to
the stout boot, she got away with little wetting.
But Manchester was distressed.
Your feet are wet, Miss shepherd"
"On the outside-yes."
''Be reasonable. The water must have crept
inside, am sure; and it is great risk"
Il get them wet every day. never suffer
from it."
Il have suspicion that in order to keep you
out of the water would have to command
you to go into it. l am sure you would go dry
| shod all your life if some one should plead with
you to wade"
Oh, how she tantalized and vexed him.
Really in half-injured tone, they are
thoroughly dry. run no risk
Manchester deliberated before he made any
further advance. Then, lifting up the umbrella
and scanning its entire length he said, with
some evaporation:
How does it happen that for merely one ask
| ing am in possession of this articlel l should
! suppose that because l wanted to carry it
couldn't have had it on any terms"
oh that is easily explained You did not
want to carry tit was merely stress of po-
likeness that impelled you to ask to do it. If you
had really craved the pleasure, of course you
couldn't have had it."
Il bate an umbrella!7 he answered with We
| hemence. you can have it back, Miss Shep-
herd 1t will serve as support instead of my
arm"
Il get on very well without either" she re-
piled.
No sooner was this uttered than a sudden
whim on the part of the storm sent the ram
pouring down upon them 1t retiring
salaam-an evasive au revoir.
There was moments grim satisfaction to
Manchester III seeing the water dashed into her
defenseless face. He would have felt thorough
ly justified in leaving her to get the full force of
it as long as it should last
But pity and tenderness very quickly succeed
ed.
With great difficulty he opened the umbrella,
took her hand with firInness, drew it closely
within his arms, and sheltered her as best he
could
A group of dwarf pines was near O little
back from the beach in the sand. He drew her
toward them, and they proved an exc allent bar
rier against the storm. 1t was comparatively
calm there, but she was forced to stand near, so
as to avoid the deuge.
He looked down into her glowing face 1t did
not seem at all to him as if either of them
lacked good sense in being there. 1t de-
hghtful, blssful.
Would you have been as generous to me, he
said bending down to her, ''if you had had the
umbrella, and | had been trying by every means
to pick quarrel with youl"
She lifted her eyes in surprised question. a
moment. but dropped them at once.with vivid
blush. She met something in his, which were
at too close range to be evaded that made her
heart beat terribly.
But she rallied.
II never quarrel. 1t is you who distract me,
always; and because am not doce you"
''Iw
Eyes: you-n
YES love you, Annie"
There was no escape; room whatever for
| coquetry. To turn to the side was to be
drenched to turn to the other was to be almost
| within his arms.
She was at a tremendous disadvantage She
wanted to laugh but instead a little tremor
| went over her chin, and she began to cry.
How he comforted her, how he soothed her,
let the umbrella tell for it shut them away from
all observers until her self-control was quite
restored.
When he lifted it again to take peep at the
prospect without she was smiling.
Rival showers he said, with spark of NAL
| ice
The spark kindled no resentment. She would
| not seem to hear
do you hate this umbrellam was her adroit
question to turn the subject
Observation again, caused by the umbrellas
sinking once more over their heads
Standing in the rain for a length of time may
have romantic elements in it, but can never be
wholly without anxiety discomfort Man
chester liked one feature of 1.-THE proximity
But however kindly the umbrella had lent it