The Nevada picayune., 1885-01-08
DAiSY'S LOVE.
BY s. E.

south doorstep of the great, fra grant, hay-scented barn, where the sunbeams interlaced each other like slender, waving threads oi gold, and the boughs of the old button-ball tree moved softly in the summer breeze.
 He was a bright eyed, bright faced young fellow, dressed in a cool, white linin suit, with the glitter of diamond s4ud at his throat, and slender, shapely hands and close beside him Daisy Wal lace sat with the pretty hands fol- ded on her lap.
 She was a daisy by nature as well as by name-a fresh faced, sunny haired little creature, whose big, brown eyes were shaded by long, dark lashes. and whose nose turned up at the end the least bit in the world, giving a rouguish cspieglerie to the whole expression of her cOuntenanoe.
 "How did you do it!" said Dali sy, with her scarlet lips apart and the brown eyes limpid with inter- est.
 "Oh, I managed,' said Herbert.
 He had split a tina gold dollar in two and wrought hole in each, through which he passed slender blue ribbons.
 "Do you like them Daisy9"
 "Very much.''
 "Then you shall wear one and l the other as pledges of our engage. ment."
 Daisy blushed and laughed as Herbert suspended the golden trinket around her neck, and then glanced down at the broad engage ment ring that ciroed the fore finger of her left 1and. Hcrbert's eye followed her look.
 "You do not regret it Daisy"
 "Regret it9 No, Hcrberti"
 "Because, Daisy, you are so yonng!'
 Il am not too young 10 knew my own mind, Herbert" she said with an assumptloE of dignity which was very pretty to leok upop. "I was sixteen last week"
 Sixteen Daisy Wallace felt all the dignity of her mature years. - Sixteen years old and engaged!
 And they sat there under the shadow of the button ball tree with the fragrance of the new hay coming ever and anon to their senses, talk ing of the house. .tbat was one day 10 be theirs, and even deciding tn boy and girl fashion, what was to be the color of their carpets, and the special flow CTS to be planted in the garden, and even the pattern of the antique furniture which was to decorate Herbert's library.
 "How foolish We are," he said at length, starting up with laugh.
 "Yes, but it's very pleasant to be foolish," Daisy answered, smil- ing and blushing at the same in stant.
 Yet, engaged lovers though they were, Daisy had woman's cOquet- tish little instincts, and in the course of time they wrought trou- ble between the young hearts.
 q don't like it, Daisy" Herbert said stoutly.
 That's because you are so old fashioned in your ideas," said Dali sy, erecting.her slight figure to look as dignifed as possible. "All the girls are delighted with Mir. Sykes leigh"
 "All the girls are not engaged to be married w retorted Herbert bit terly.
 "Does iC follow that because ] am engaged l ana to be a prison er?"
 "You are too eXacting, Herbert I hope you are not going to turn a jealous lover."
 q am not jealous, Daisy," he answered a little coldly, "but dc uot like to see the woman who is to be my wife receiving attentions from a man whose character is, tC say the best of it, uncertain" Daisy pouted and tore the petals off the bunch of roses she wore at her belt.
 1 "You will not encourage hin any more, Daisyw pleaded Her bert, after a moment of silence.
 "I have not encouraged him {