The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1885-12-04

cupied . corner % the piano.
- was just asking Mamie 20 look
out What Are the Wild Waves Say
ingF" continued The hostess. seeing
thai her first remark elected no re-
sponse- ''Sit right down and listen 10
Il always did like 10 hear that. -.
peciaily since poor James was lost.
Come, hurry up, Mamie. and find Il. I"
Mamie. nodding and smiling away
from behind the music. cried:
III makes her feel 80 downhearted.
Mr.. Kyle. and Il there's any way Ma
likes 70 feel It's downheaRted!''
Still confused. Oliccr Kyte said
nothing. He could not understand how
one could feel downhcarted n the same
house with that face behind the music.
The widow spread out her hands In
gesture intended 70 be very elegant
and dashing.
"Now. ] leave Il to you. Mr.. Kyts, Il
I'm not the cheerfulcst personr'
Poor Ohicer Kyle grew yet more con-
fused under this eifusive style Of con-
versation, but. finding Il necessary to
make plunge into the talk. he he
marked boldly that Mrs. Trussel was,
indeed. as cheerful person as he ever
remembered 20 have met
Mamie. who had a. kind q little
heart rs ever beat beneath . muslin
kerchicf. came 10 the rescue. She
played not only "What Are the Wild
Waves Saying?" but other melodies
more 70 the taste Of the stalwart visitor.
and sang in a clear. modest soprano
Officer kyte's head was completely
turned He felt he had rushed
upon his destiny. In vain he looked In
the direction Of the widow in the hope
that she might retire. The widow APP
prcpriated the glances with flattered
smile and chatted on. She showed her
own autograph-album and her daugh-
ters: she exhibited her collection Of
stereoscopie views. and gave him the
biography, so far a she knew, Of every
person whose portrait had . place in
her photograph-album.
AT one page. from which looked the
face q youth with well-nnrtured
black mustache and q polka-dotted
necktie. Mrs. Trussel was discreetly
silent
is this another cousin cf yours?"
asked the visitor. inwardly wishing 90,
how devoutly) that il was Nannie's
shapely fingers turning the leaves for
him. The widow shook her head in
reply 20 the questions.
"A nephew. perhaps?" ventured or
ficer Kyle, moi in the least caring what
the relationship might be-
mo relative at all-yet," the
unctuous widow returned. in the fullest
enjoyment % the mystery.
YETI" repeated the guileless man
blankly.
:. You'll have TO ask Mamie how
soon he riN be" continued Mrs. Trus-
sci. coming out Of her shade u mys-
ticism into the blandest sunshine Of
confidence. There arose throb from
the simple heart Of the listener that
lodged helplessly in his throat, choking
him. He dared not lift his honest eyes
from the book. but kept them fixed on
the page with the young face. How
he hated polka-dofted nccktiesl As for
Mamie. she caught the last two SEN
fences and turned about with flaming
face.
Mother she protested. s'what are
you sayin2?" Her eyes fell on the
panied face OF the distressed, foolish
Grcathesrt on the sofa BY her urbane
mother. and she lost the power to say
more There swan mist before her
sges. Officer Kyle forced to look up.
q INT glimpse Of her flying blue
skirts as she fiirted them out Of the
room. The realization that she was
gone aroused the combativencss which
circumstances had cultivated TO % high
. degree in the sturdy policeman. He
determined 70 tight He began seem
ing retreat.
II have kept you up long enough"
be said. rising with decision that
checked Mrs Trslsscrs vehement ex-
postulations.
Say goodnight to Miss Mamie for
me. And may l come tomorrow At
one o'clock and see you alone for q
moment? l want to see you about
some particular business.
The relict Of the late Captain James
Richard Trusscl. being Of q mind that
no time was so good as the present.
quericd; "Why not nowP'
mo. not now" returned the deter
mined guest. and. reposscssing himself
Of his helmet and the lightest and most
useless Of canes, marched out in the
moonlight with . stride as martial as
II he were leading an onslaught against
a barricade.
A middle-agcd lover is the most in
fatuafed % his kind. The hitherto
practical brain Of duty-loving Police
man Kyle was as full Of visions. for the
nonce. - . poets. His dreams that
night after he left the widows house
were broken BY floating phantoms Of
golden-headed. dove-eyed maidens.
They noatcd about the lumber docks,
they dived into the river-legions Of
them-and he was positively relieved
when morning broke, even though he
awoke 20 the consciousness % rival
for his love. The days familiar mo-
notony seemed strange and unreal.
This inward tumult was something
quite foreign to Officer Kyte's ordinary
placidity. but at last the hour for din
ner came and he hurried 10 the home
Of Widow TrusSel.
She was waiting for him In the par
Tor. dressed in . morning gown Of tan
colored brocade, and she wore some
geranium leaves in her hair. She
looked very large to her guest - be
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