The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-07-31

" OO
I'm quite in earnest" he growled,
put II you're only going to make fun
OF me Ill CO."
You are going; that is to say you're
gong tomorrow, but not just this min
uts, Guy"
me?"
Il don't want to say yes, and / don't
want to ssS no."
But You won't go marrying any
other fellow while I'm away"
There's no other fellow that I know
OF. III write and tell you if one turns
up"
world"
Guy, I'm positively growing vain.
| wish Fraulein thought the same"
vii you ever be in earnest, Juliet
l know you'll never marry me when
you're grown up. You make fun of
everything, and you will turn out a
good-for-nothing firt."
There was a pause. and / tried to look
forward into the future. I glanced at
Guy. his dark eyes were melancholy,
ludicrously SO perhaps, but I was
touched. He looked so sincere, and /
felt unworthy of the alteration express
ed so plainly in his face. I was peeky,
odious, and / hated myself.
"Are you sure you mean what you
say ?" / asked, hesitatingly.
"Yes," he said simply, and 1 knew he
was speaking the truth.
And if you meet prettier and nicer
girls than l am, You won't like them
better than me-"
You are the prettiest and incest girl
in the world"
Il don't want you to say that; I want
you to promise me never to love any
one better than me-"
Ishall never love any one half so we'll.
And SO the omance of my life began.
When / was seventeen my father gave
his consent to my engagement with
Guy, and we were to be married when
| was twenty. The course of my love
ran very smoothly Guy took honors at
Cambridge in his third year; / was
eighteen then, and was taken to town
for my presentation. / stayed with
Connie, but / made not the slightest
sensation. / was not pretty, and with
n exception, / positively hated and
feared young men. Twas farouche and
conscious of being quite the plainest in
the family. Little Ismay grew more
beautiful every day.
CHAPTER II.
"How she Is growing upi" 1t was
Guy who spoke, and he was referring
to little Ismay, who was crossing the
stepping stones to come to us. l sat
on the river bank, and Guy lounged at
my feet. Something in his voice made
me glance down at him.
"She is the flower of the flock. Every
Que saysso. Far p~rettier than Connie. "
"Then you don't include yourself in
the beauty competition, Juflet?" and
he laughed.
81 never thought of comparing my
self with Connie, and she is nothing at
the side of Ismay."
"But you are far away the best of the
three, Ju.n
II feel annoyed at your remarks. /
wish people would never allude to my
looks; and above all, that they wouldn't
try to console me for my lack of beauty
by telling me that / am amiable (Which
isn't true), or that / have the beauties
of mind, or stuff of that Sort"
Ismay came up and seated herself by
Guy. Two more beautiful faces could,
not have been imagined. His, clear,
dark and classical; hers equally per-
feet, with q complexion of pearls and
roses, with golden hair, and dark, gray
lustrous eyes. -
II hope / am not de trop," she said
calmly, settling her muslin skirts, "but
I thought JUS voice sounded somewhat
cross. and / am come to make peace. :
more likely to create discord, ]
said, impatiently. Guy looked up
quickly. and then murmured something
about the golden apple.
"Do you remember Paris and the
apple asked Ismay looking straight
into his eyes. "If | had been there, ]
think it would have been given to me.
I was accustomed to hear such remarks
as those ever day and I only laughed;
but Guy had not seen much of Ismay
during the last twelve months; and ne
stared with establishment at the auda-
cious beauty. She returned his gaze for
few seconds and then cast down her eyes
That was only acting. Whatever Ismay
was she was not shy.
tried to talk to Guy as ] did when
we were alone. Then / used to chatter
by the hour together, r%igmarole he used
to call ia one-sided conversation on
every imaginable topic, which 4 knew
interested and amused him, although
he rarely spoke, but was quite content
to listen in silence. But / felt some
how constrained with that graceful
white figure before my eyes, and when
/ looked at Guy, he was looking ut Is
may, and had apparently forgotten me
I rose to my feet abruptly.
where is Juliet going?" asked
Ismay Of Guy. He raised his eyes