Daily Yellowstone journal., 1885-06-20
THEY TWO.

Office and sent her earnings home TO
her invalid mother, and copied law
papers on the ealigraph in her room Of
evenings to pay her board.
he had room that opened upon one
end of long veranda with morning
glories climbing over il.
She had room opening upon the
other end of that veranda
His name was Paul
Hers was Rita.
That was ALL
Until one sunday morning when the
early sunbeams struggled through the
latticed vines and lay in golden II Ks
ON the toor Then there was a pinR
morning glory sparkling in a shower
of dew-drops, and q white draped
maiden trying to reach 1t, leaning over
the railing.
But the flower was in a caprieious
mood, and when she would almost reach
il it would take advantage of sudden
tree and swing away beyond the tips
Of her fingers.
Paul, standing in his doorway, wit
messed her Intellectual attempts to cap
ture the .peryerse flower, and. seeing her
looking wistfully al il, was visited by
an impulse TO come to the
rescue. She might think that he
was impertinent. What OF III she
could only dismiss him with that fcigid-
ity which he supposed she knew
how TO command when occasion
required, and be could most likely sur
yiYe the shock. So he went slowly down
the veranda.
will you allow me-"
He broke the rosy blossom and pre-
scented it with the bow that his dancing
master had taught him years agone.
He aired il only upon extraordinary oc-
casions. And she thanked him shyly,
and warm color crept over her face,
like the reflection OF the morning glory.
Then he said he thought that morn
ing-glories were very pretty, and she
said she thought SO. too. Which argued
a gratifying harmony of taste.
Then the bells rang and she went
away 10 church, and he returned TO his
law looks For, regret to say, Paul
was not deyout youth, even under
favorable circumstances, and Just then
he was preparing for examination. But
he stopped for moment before his Kent,
10 remember the warm flush that tinted
the maidens face
He did not see her again for long
time, but he heard the click of her
machine as her nimble fingers flew over
the keys, and he wondered sometimes
If she had no pleasures, as other young
ladies have. He grew almost to hate
the innocent little writing machine.
Once in the soft light when it was too
dark to work and not dark enough to
light the gas, he heard her singing, in q
soft eontralto voice, The day is done"
And one morning when he got up be-
fore dawn to study lease for term
of 10 0years 10 attend the inheritance, -
and went early to breakfast by reason
of the exhaustion consequent upon his
mental exertion, he sat at the same
table with her.
Then the stained table-linen became
in his eyes the snowiest and purest OF
damask he steak, which could have
been severed only by dynamite explo-
sion, was as ambrosia TO his palate.
The cold coffee, with sour milk and a
red ant in IL, was nectar from the COB.
let of the gods. When the suriy man
at the next table suggested TO the
waiter that he must bring him some but
ter that was made subse uent 10 the
Norman invasion, he thought anybody
must he very unamiable TO imply that
there could Q a defect in that Olynp-
ian banquet.
shortly after he saw her going down
street in the rain, wearing a goSsamer
waterproof He watched her a mo-
ment aud thought how pretty she
looked. And when a man thinks
woman looks pretty in a gossamer, the
chances are that be is far gone indeed
A few days later he sent her review
which contained an article he thought
she would like; ami then when she
came out on the yeranda one afternoon
90 hang her bird cage among the vines,
he happened to be out looking for the
hot wave that had been predicted for
that day, and he asked her what she
thought Of the essay on roven.al
poetry. Then they discussed the songs
Of the Troubadours, and she spoke Of
the readiness with which the languages
lend themselves to lyric verse And If
Blackstone did not receive the undi-
yided attention that evening which is
his lawful desert, he excused the neg
lecI. because it was entirely due TO
laudable interest in the poetry OF Prov
enCe.
aUl was on the deck OF the CITY OF
Washington one sunday morning,
going 10 Alexandria, when he saw tita
stan.ing by the railing looking out on
the water. She was in the sun, aud he
fJand q shady seat for her.
she said she was going to Ale andrIa
% meet some friends who expected to
be there. May be they would not come,
but she always liked to 60 10 the old
chur b.
''Of course they will come he said,
hoping down in the depths OF his wicked
heart that they would not 1T is a
good thing the Father Of His Country
Vas a church-goirig man. A desire TO
visit the place made interesting by the
association furnishes a wicked sinner
like myself with an incentive to attend
divine service.
People ought 10 go 10 church Cor
something else than to see relics said
Rita. severely.
Granted; but life seems to have
grown too busy for religion. There
does not appear 10 be any room for il.
Most of us cannot afford IL. We are in
the position of Demetrius, the silver.
smith. Any god but our own private
gods that We hold IN seyeralty would be
too expensive for US i"
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