The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1885-10-30

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But, som how, Mark seemed destined
to conn. on just those occasions, and,
as Mr.. Neville hnppened to stroll rather
frequently past the farmhouse gate,
pretty Lillian was often disturbed by
the deplored Interruptions, "a a. hret
1--WE very naturally feel watchful of o
treasure we know we do not deserve,
and which we know another covets, +"
, Mr.. Neville once remarked in his pol
,ished fashion of fattery.i yibr,, y7sy.
He had just sauntered into. the gar
den, where he had espied Lillian among
the great green bushes, her bingham
asun-bonnet pushed back from the
charming face, her pretty fingers busiiy
plucklng the clusters of ripened cur
: rants, which glowed like rubies in the
morning sunshine. 'faa1'''' ''a" .''.'
/ s"Mny snould we covet what we can
never have?" she queried, half tenta
lively and half resentfully.E n. a4
For, detective as she might herself
deem Mark, much rs she might wish
him different, she scarcely liked ano hey
to disparage him. To disparage her
betrothed was to decry her own taste.
she reasoned.
But with girlishA inconsistency, she
felt coquettish impulse to test some
how the sincerity of the vague and
indirect professions made by the
admirer who happened along her way
so frequently. ever since he had been
summering at the popular country
resort down the river. 3AeF
why should we covet what can
never be ours = lie repeated, with his
most meaningly tender accents. "We
ought not, but we do, Miss Seymour;
we do because the heart will not be
controlled. Heart calls to heart soul
answers soul by instinct and not by
will, spontaneously just as the birds
pipe, each to the other just as the
robins are singing now in the grand
locust trees around u.s. 5000 s5t f..
"And how exGuisitely melodious Is
the singing i'll the fresh morning, she
murlnured, her head uplifted, her blne
eyes sparkling, with all her really poetic
delight in the sweet sounds of sub.
lime sights of nature. "What glorious
ex1,ltation, what a jubilee of ecstacy,
there are in the songs of the wild birds,
she added, and tl.en the little rhlosnlv
ceased with u frown, start, IA soitlAd,
shuddering shrek ata.a aat 9taa 3A
Lii, don't ,you feel the bis fuzzy
caterpillar creeping and crawling down
your neck?' Mark Interrupted, as he
suddenly became visible just beyond
the thick currant shrubbery. "'4l
Ooh, dear!' Lillian ejaculated
with all the feminine horror, supposed
peculiar to that sort Of event 't
"Why. surely, am your dear-that
was settled considerable time ago."
the imperturbable Mark said, as with a
snap of his tanned fingers he dislodged
the ottrusive caterpi lara huge. brist-
ling, brownish, adherent creature which
had meant to spin its cocoon within her
snug bodice, and turn itself into
chrysalis to emerge n butterfly from her
bosom. "The robins have a prodigious
appetite for the caterpillars," Mark IN
timed with an odd ,twitch of his finely
nodded lips, and just perceptiEle
twinkle in his keen eyes; "howsoever,
they can't catch and gorge all the pesky
crawling things, greedy gluttons though
| they be-" afr ..' .,q q. ....-
Truly, Mark had a mostunlucky knack
Of divesting everything of the poetic.
The elegant and refined Mr.. Neville
smiled pityingly, and Lillian, blushing
pouting and mortified, dropped her
basket of ctlrrants and hastily sped
away ~
AS the last CLEAN of the trim pink
gown vanished at the further end OF the
garden, Mark turned to his companion.
Neville, he began, with an entire
change of voice and manner. "You are
not wanted here. Your own pledged
and pligbted bride is waiting for you at
the hotel down yonder, and you have
no need to come dangling and dallying
after q simple girl as belongs to another
man."
And with that incisive injunction,
the young fellow thrust his hands i'll
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