The Penn's Grove record., 1885-05-16
70 LOVE OF MAGGIE L0RTON.

''Ehall 90 into the garden" says
Mag, rising abruptly; twill you
cOmdDennis2'
Up this invitation. which, though
deliIed somewhat in the tone OF a
comlnd, Is accompanied by a glance
of u blue-gray eyes most men find
hard resist, Dennis Lynne steps after
Mag through the low French VIII
dow
''hnis," cries Mrs. LortOn, waking
fronlle drowsy perusal of a th%ree-vol-
umeoyel, ''tell Maggie to put on a
hat ihe is going into the SUM l de
clareat Child"
BDeums has turned into the side
walBld hears no more.
N. LortoI says YOU are to put Oh
yount."
"NI, you go and get it for me, Den
nis-ere's "A good fellow"
M2ie Is leaning oyer the low wall,
drea.y watching the river glide past,
w~heDennis returns. The sun is dis
coveg CLEANS of gold among the coils
of / mt-brown hair and throwing
waving shadows across her white
dress the faint breeze stirs the leaves
in threes above her.
Nv cool the river looks on this hot
event ; remarks Maggie, as she ties
her hstrings.
ISL | get out the beat2 We a
keep this side, in the shade. Will
you DE, Miss LortonP" asks Dennis
eagei
Az minutes later the smooth face
of tfRateT reflects, besides the trees,
a tinoat in which are seated a youth
and saideD The eyes of the youth
are DIV with a light warmer than
that mere friendship.
''Ewhat point shall l steer, Dennis
-thel oak at the bend there?" asks
Mags adjusting the tiller ropes and
settliherself among the cushions.
''Ot doesn't matter in the least
Just er where you like!" says infat.
uatedennis.
sFY it does matter. You were quite
crossith Herbert Benson the other
day. lou said he ought to fix upon
someint ahead, and keep the bow OF
the u IN q Eil6 viii 10.
'sT was quite different. Herbert's
a foo You are managing splendidly.
Misssrton."
''Vch shows how much you know
abou; for | haven't moved the rud-
der anch yeti" laughs Maggie. 81
am wing for orders. And don't de
pend me too much, for | always fol-
get, /, in cases of emergency, pull
the wig SIDE"
ODey float through the evening sun
shinsalking lightly sometimes. and
someles silent. A look of supreme
cont is on Maggie's face, as, holding
the tT ropes loosely in her hands, she
Ieandly back, dividing her attention
betwl the dip of the SOULS beneath
the lssy waters and the trees and
flow upon the river banks, the tall
Tushand broad leaves of the water
lilies Birds are singing evening songs,
and bm among the clustering sedges
connie melancholy tweat-tweat OF the
cootd the hOarse croak of the frog.
WI apparently little or no exertion
broahested Dennis yields the SOULS,
feastg his soul the while with gazing
uponle face of his companion.
Suenly they turn a bend IN the
rivefnd, 10, the western sky is before
themgith the great red sun hanging
low or the horizon. Landscape and
rivete bathed in the warm ruddy glow.
''HW beautifuli' exclaims Maggie,
stooIg to dabb,e her white hand in
the ,msoned tide. dennis, I'm a
falryIeen sailing on to my palace of
gold ere." she says, pointing towards
the slset.
"Al what am II" asks Dennis.
cam the kingp"
"Kg2 Oh, dear, no. You're only
a slaNa pixy that / graciously allow
to fer my royal bark across this river
of liqd gold that flows before my gates
of toy yonder. There is no king, of
courst'
'sTh 1 fatty refuse to be a slave;
and | ont be a pixy either. whatever
that ny be-" says Dennis, unshipping
his sets. "Your highness must sum
mon sae other minion to row you to
your pace"
ava, but you can't be king. Who
ever hard of a fairy klng9" laughs
Maggl flashing a saucy glance from
beneat the rim of her shady hat.
"He we stop until your majesty
one;" and Dennis folds his
arms, ad tries to look obstinate.
Dot be foolish, Dennlsl Take the
nd let us get back; they'll lie
wondeng what has become of us.
e a good boy"
"l'mot a boy" reioins Dennis. 81
am as al as you are"
''Bugirls of nineteen I years older
than bcs of that age; any one will tell
you tba' - says Maggie l0ftily.
Il dot care; Pm not a boyl' reiter-
ltes Denis, rising hastily, whereupon
Maggie creams
You'll upset the boatl''
Heedlss of the frailty of the little
craft, h, seats himself beside her in the
;tern. There IS a flush upon his hand
'ome yalng face deeper than that cast
here b, the setting SUN as he says
~ haze often wished to tell you that
won'tbe called a boy. l won't be
'atronEed any longer, Maggie. You
reed no look like that. | will call you
Maggie you call me Dennis"
"Denisln is all that Maggie can ex-
lain il her surprise.
Sometimes you are kind and gentle,
nd | fancy YOU care for me. Then you
re cold and worse than indifferent and
and YOU treat me like a child. Mag
lie, tell me-do you love meI'
"Love your" echoes Maggie.
Poor Dennisl His lips are quivering
ainfully.
''Say that you do-say that you do a
title. All, Maggie darling, | love you
With all my heart and soul and strength
that you care for me just a little,
faggie.n He tries TO take possession
( her hand, but Maggie has recovered
erself now.
"Dennis, you forget-and yoa pre-
ume, / thinkl Is this how you repay
II my fathers kin6neasf"