The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1884-03-14

0hVOAS my uehI OOubuefn DOIlo.
"A rose without compare.
Gertie, though in former days acctis-
toned to his fiowery compliments felt
conscious of blushing wildly, but native
wit and good breeding enabled her to
reply appropriately, and to lead
the conversation to safer topics.
What a wonderfully pretty little
witch she isr' thought Magill, eff she
were only elegantly dressed, she would
be lovely watching the play Of the
dimpling mouth, the sweep of the curl
ing iashes, and the deep-set eyes, so
unfathomable, whose flashing intelli-
gence revealed a high order of mental
activity and power. Aloud, cousin
Lou, will You not play something for
me?'
Fond as ever of music, Roger ?" in
quired Miss Evans, as she arose without
further urging.
More so" escorting herto %thesplen-
did instrument in the real of the long
apartment. Then, with a courteous
bow, he resigned his right in favor of
Vicent, who began to select the pieces,
standing ready to turn for the lady.
"Dreaming?" murmured Magill, re-
turning to Gertie's side, as henoted the
pensiye look in the great eyes.
Building a fancy castle"
would i its Prince Charmingw
accompanying the words with an ardent
look.
''Ah," mischieyously, 'but Lu was
the princess"
Then / resign all pretension," with
another glance that brought the swift
blood to Gertie's cheek.
She had eyer been conscious Of the
wondrous magnetism of Magill's per-
sonality, which gave his presence a
strange charm--nor was she the only
one who had felt its power.
''Will you not come out into the gar
den?" said Roger, gently.
Il thought you were anxious to hear
some music?" said Gertie, archly.
II can hear just as we'll, and better
too, through the open windows. Do
come! !" 'persuasively. THE twilight is
SO inviting
Gertie hesitated-but how could she
resist the magic of the pleading tones?
Roger stepped through the low window
onto the veranda. "Comep he whis-
pered. And Gertie followed him down
into the fragrant garden.
when did Won reach home, DR.. Ma
gili?" inquired Miss Meserve.
Only last night, but / al oyer al
most Immediately to Cousin Lucy's to
beg her to keep my coming a secret,
even from YOU"
Why ?" with some establishment.
Because / wished to surprise a warmer
welcome han / otherwise might re-
ceive."
Were yon satisfied" giving him a
saucy, bewildering look.
IT shall be, if you will let yonr heart
speak, Gertier passionately. Oar
ling. j only come back to ask you for
your love; to win you for my wife.
Three years ago, these words were
trembling on my lips but | would not
give them utterance. ] had first to
win, not a fortune, but an income suf-
ticient to ensure You at least the com
ferris if net the laxnries of yonr fathers
home. / have been successful beyond
my ardent hopes. Ny position is an as
sured one. Oh, my hearts dearest, was
/ mistaken in thinking you could care
for me--were my hopes too presump-
tuons? Gertie, darlingl You love me,
do you not Z"
What q power of pleading vibrated
through the impassionated voice. What
a wealth of tenderness lighted tie dark
eyes, intense with feelingl What a
mighty love peryaded the mans whole
being! How could any woman with
starrd such d torrent of emotion.
What a sudden shock, Gertrude Mes
erve awoke to consciousness of her
hearts hitherto msi1sTscted. yet latent
sentiment, and she trembled like a
frightened thing.
Roger took both small hands reassur-
ingly in his, and gazed lovingly into her
shy face.
Fainter hoated the music on the sweet
scented air, then ceased entirely. Deep
en- grew the twilight shadow. Gertrude
needed not. Her proud little head had
found a resting-place. The naughty,
beautiful girl was conquered, and con-
tent to have acknowledged her name.
well, Roger, said Miss Evans rising
from the piano, ''hsw did You like that
last movement? Whyf" in great sur
prise and bewilderment, where in the
world is Cousin Roger?D
Her lover smiled. He and Gertie
slipped away sometime since" he II
swered, ssbut I was enjoying your play
ing so much I would not interrupt YOU
TGertie will take cold out in this
dew.laden air, exclaimed Lucy. I've
had better hunt up the rmaways.
mo need, for here they come
viii YOU ringfo r lights, please, Hor-
ace?" said Miss Evans.
"No, don't" laughingly protested DR..
Roger. Let the dusk hide our bushes. p