The Dawson journal., 1885-04-23

a fact inexplicabla on musical
grounds to poor Mr.. Coleman,who
did not know the notes apart. or
care to know them. According to
his inference, the young people
We're absorbed in each other, and
he was off into limbo. Under
these circumstances it may not be
strange that his face, that instant
spied by Miss Rue, was not the
face OF an amiable man. 1t prompt
ly reminded Mr.. Lynde of a wait
ing pupil, and having congratulate
ed Mr.. Coleman on his safe re-
turn, he hustled his music under
his arm and departed in haste.
Miss Rue wheeled the big easy
chair in front Of the. crate, play
fully forced her sullen suitor into
1t, and perched herself on irs arm
to hear about his journey. Had
he been i'll? No? Then he must
be fearfully tired. She knew his
head ached. Shouldn't she try to
magnetic it,and put him to sleep?
No, he preferred that she would
not He had kept his eyes closed
tco long already.
AS well might a zephyr have at
tempted to pet an iceberg, With
a shivcr Miss Rue slipped from
her perch, and seated herself with
her work i'll a neighboring rocker
What had come over John? She
had never seen him like this be-
fore. He did not seem a bit glad
to meet her. He turned away
from the distracting vision, ment-
ally preparing his brief-this as
tute lawyer, as ignorant of the ma
ture of girl as an elephant Of
the structure of rose. Presently
he began about the festival. He
admitted that Rue had once con-
fided to him her intention of par
ticipating in an operetta, but he
had supposed an operetta to be
something like an oratorio, not a
tumble of silly love songs. Did
she think it was becoming in her
self, an engaged young lady, to
carol amorous ditties from morn
ing to night with a tuneful swain?
''They are burlesques, john
only burlesques. II / had dream
ed of your disappearing, [ wouldn't
have promised to sing; but [ can't
retract now."
"Not when I particularly re-
quest it, Rue?"
Indeed, no, John. I have the
leading part. [ can't refuse to
act without offending Mr.. Lynde,"
"On the other hand, you can't
persist in acting without offending
me-"
"Now, John, do be reasonable.
How should | feel, announcing at
the next rehearsal that [ must be
excused-Mr. Coleman was not
willing to have me connected with
the operetta? What would Mr..
Lynde think?"
ooh, If his opinion has more
weight with you than mine, [ will
retire" j"
"John, you're too absurd. Can't
you see how ridiculous it would
look for me to throw up my part
the moment you came home? Peo-
pie would say you were jealous of
Mr.. Lynde."
"The jackanapes!"
"And that you were Blue
beard. John, I'm not sure but
they'd be right"
"If I'm a tyrant, Rufelle, you're
an amazingingly fearless Fatima." "
81 don't propose to be your Fati-
ma, John"
What did Rue intend by that?
The wrinkle i'll Mr.. Coleman's fore
head deepened into trench, his
brown face flushed like an oak III
October.
"Please lay aside paradoxes, ,Ru-
felle. Do you mean you don't wish
to marry me? Rumor has told me
as much"
In truth Miss Rue had meant
nothing of the kind, but her low
ers insulting tone exasperated her
into silence. Had it come to this
that she could not wink without
first consulting his lordship? Her
blue ewes flashed ominously, the