The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1885-02-06
WHICH WAS THE HEROs

you say that as though it was very
much against me, JESSIE"
"And it is, don't you know? What
romance could there be in falling in love
with somebody one has made mud-pies
with, and gone coasting with, since one
was first able to toddle? Ned, you're
an awfully nice friend, but-but- t-well,
my lover must win me in romantic
way, and he must be stranger, with
poetical eyes, and musical voice, and
and"
"a perfumed fool, which nothing
earthly could make of me-" Ned Alvon
said, angrily. "You have been reading
some high tragedy novel lately, and
your fancy has gone with the hero
some impossible creation of the authors
shallow brain, no doubt. But let us
talk no moro OF this nonsense. 1 have
told on now dearly 1 love you," his
voice softening, "and have asked you
to be my wife. Give me plain yes or
no Jessie, and make it yes, if you
can. l will cherish your youth tender
ly, my little love, and make your age
q peaceful one-for age will come to
us, jessie, darlIng-and we will but
love each other more tenderly for the
wrinkles and the silvering hair; will
you make me miserable for q dream
vision Jessie? 1t will mock you bitter
ly at the last, dear; and II love you
with my whole heart. Do you not love
me at ala very little, my pretty
sweetheart?"
IL like you very, very much, Ned"
the girl answered, slowly; "but no, I
don't love you at all you are quite un-
like my hero"
"Your hero!" Ned exclaimed, bitter
ly; "you will never find him, Jessie"
She flushed hotly, and her eyes
lighted as they went beyond her COM
panion and followed the graceful figure
of horseman that was approaching the
farmhouse slowly. And Ned, seeing
that look on her face, turned his eyes
in the same direction rs her own. In a
moment they grew dark es night, and
his lips frightened.
Jessie" he said, sternly, "this isn't |
your hero, is it?"
you're not, at any rate; so don't in
quire as to who may be-" the girl said,
sharply. 'Im going in now. Good
evening, Ned"
Good evening" Ned answered stif1y,
and turning on his heel, strobe rapidly
off in the direction OF his own farm,
while Jessie Moore, instead of going in
as she had said, fastened along path
which ran through the old orchard,
and found the horseman-none other
than Squire Rodney's son and heir
waiting for her at the stile, while his
horse was cropping the grass in the lit
lie lane near.
Young Rodney, as she gave him her
land, bent gracefully over 1t and touch .
ID 1t to his lips with the air of court ;
er, while pretty Jessie colored and :
trembled with delight. {
An hour later the squire's son was
iding slowly homeward, look of pos i,
tive amusement in his eyes. 1t was as
yell that the girl he had left at the g
tile, looking after him with bright, ad- =
hiring eyes, did not hear him say 4
W Aiulocll dS u0 WaNeu LIS | =,
and to her: +
"What romantic little rusticp n
How often she traversed that orchard N
ath Jessie Moore did not, in after = =
ears, care to remember. But, when =,
lmmer was dying, occasionally she p
und herself keeping the tryst alone. q,
or even a gay youth who has no occu- in
alton save seeking for something with ~
hich TO slay the tagging hours finds tte
city face, when seen too often, pail q,
| his fancy; and so, ON the evening of 90
o concert in the village hall, Jessie ~
essed for it with nervous fingers and q,
ars were in her pretty eyes, for he p
d asked her to meet HIM that after 10
ION at the stile and he had not kept 90
5 tryst. a.
She looked very sweet and girlish in 80
L dainty dress of pale cashmere when orr
til her father she entered the spacious su
II. She was shown to seat which no
view of the door, and to it oh oh
r eyes were constantly wandering, Al
lile she paid but little attention to the ~, tn
lslc; and when the concert was half 20,
sr he came-her hero. ~
ae came, but with him was fair, o.
wer-faced girl, proud and dainty,
lcious and beautiful, and as they
re- shown to seats which had been re-
we'd for them Jessie caught of
isper from her neighbor which las
ned the lights dim for her for mo- 90,
Mt and made the sweet voice of the o"'
ger seem horribly discordant. ma
That's the young lady who is to bos
'ry the squire's son in the winter. wa
t she pretty? They say she's a dol
at heiress." vot
hen she shut her pretty teeth to- the
ler tightly, and forced back her fine
posure, and when the concert was fou
and she met them in the crowded boa
,, she was smiling little, if a trife disl
}, and she bent her pretty head to fou
ng Rodney with half-proud indif- five
nee, at which he stared. tori
he following day she received anote The
/ him, asking her to meet him at has
stile at sunset; she sent no reply, peri
he, greatly to his surprise and cha hay'
kept the tryst just that once alone few
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