Devils Lake inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, Ramsey Co., Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1905, 1886-06-19

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In the young moonlight, and the glimmer-
ing memories of crimson over the dark line Of
the cliff, the ocean breeze, snatching land
fragrance from the Nesting crops, was sweet
as honey.
Down the broad white road Cuthbert went
swiftly, pausing once to pull a watch from
his fob.
The road led straight to the town.
Coming presently to the brow of the west
ern slope, the town lay in a fog of moonlight
at his feet, the lamps threading it in veins Of
fire sparks, and the sea dreaming a wash Of
white foam on the semicircle of beach.
And 80 forward and downward, his shadow
growing smaller in his wake, and the dusky
crops on either hand ripping their ears On a
level with his shoulders, until a row of noble
wayside elms bury him in their heavy gloom.
Here he halts.
1t is a weak-hearted love that is not pune
tual in its promises; and what should excuse
delay, when the lover waits and the summer
moon shines out her sweet invitation, and the
soft wind sets the trees bending stately heads
to behold the coming of the tardy one?
But 10! a figure steals around the bend Of
the road from behind the plumage of the
fields, and In q moment lips are meeting.
The embrace is q warm one, wanting in
coyness, and the richer in tenderness for the
want.
Something to stiffen DR.. Shaw's frill into
ferocity, and to rob the finest Scotch of all
flavor in his nose.
ut is barely the quarter" the girl said in a
low voice; and she clasped her hands upon
his arm and strained her eyes at his face.
w are both before our time"
"BOth inpatient. Jennv.n
GAY; but I will take most credit, for the
way is all up hill for me, dear"
"How long can you give me, pretty2"
"Not above five minutes"
"Indeed; then those minutes shall be long
ones"
Not above five minutes I say, Cuthbert;
and I feel the pity of it this lovely night.
when tho moon Is So pretty, that I shull
cry to go to bed"
He kissed her hand.
"Mother thinks am gone to see Kate Oil
YER" she went on. $50 I must not stay, for
fear she should ask father to fetch me. There
are troops Of fishermen in the market place,
and the streets are full of people, and mother
does not like me to walk alone"
"Would she think you safe with your hus-
banda"
"Ah, would not she! If father had her
neart@"
"Put away your hat that you may lay
your soft hair on my shoulder. Here is a dry
cushion Of grass with a streak of moonlight
on it for me to see you in. Have a little pa
thence while I talk to you. Mother will not
be wondering yet"
SO they seated themselves on the verdure,
where the moonlight fell in a lance of trem-
ulous silver, and she, dutifully removing her
hat, bent her cheek to his shoulder.
Thus they sat, with no other sound to dis
turb them than the moaning of the sea and
the rustling Of the leaves over their heads.
In the moonlight a lovely woman's face
takes a sad and moving beauty.
Not a sweeter face ever smiled in the love
Of mans eyes than Jenny's, though marred
by the moonlight as a mirror for the emo.
lions, which, in the glory Of the day, gave it
color and archness, and a hundred turns Of
grace.
my little wife, said he in his gentle voice,
II have been closely pressed to-day by my
father. put him on a scent that puzzled
him; and really he went down to it greedily,
for his anxiety to find out the meaning OF
what he chooses to call my altered behavior
is perfectly wonderful. 1 hinted-merely
hinted-that the news of our sea fights, and
our battles ashore, had set my heart beating
for higher feast than examining boys with
learning. Well, 1t was time he noticed some
change in me-"
shoulder, softly smiling and listening to hin
the while.
HE said to me-" Cuthbert went on, q !.
date the alteration in you from the day O
your return from London He draws near
you see, dear. He is dreadfully close at M,
heels. Still his notion is odd, seeing that
have not moped since as I moped before
went that trip"
allow like our adventures at home are
Only to-day mother came up to me and tool
my ear in her hand, and said, Jenny, Jenny
will squeeze hard if thou art not honest
. I hear you signing in your sleep just like m,
old schoolmate Sally Mattocks did when tn
silly wench brought trouble upon herself b.
listening to a gypsy woman's lies. Fathe
watches you closely. and I know him YER,
we'll as a man who never troubles himself t
stare, unless there be something to see. Wins
is it, sillyF pulled my ear away and mad
it burn to run from her, and I laughed tina
she might think her talk nonsense. But oh
my dear, l could not help crying just two O
three tears. lido not fear undetermined
she would be very proud of my own, an
love him for his WI sweet sake and max
him her boast, as I Il know she would; fo
often father tells her that she has made he
god-nothers sad fbbers, though what b
means by that you shall tell me. as l have nc
one little bit of thy cleverness in my head
sweet-but fathers eyes when he is angr
make me shiver. What bold things a gil
will do for love. And ye. it does not mall
her brave"
She put her hand over her eyes and peepe
at him through her fngere; not for the &
quetry Of it, but that she might not lose siet
Of him for a moment
"Jenny, I will tell you what It is-there
no help for it but honesty. And that We nee
not be afraid Of"
~Oh, no, indeed! The Lord forbid. W
are both truly honest, I thank God"
u will begin with your father, Jenn,
That is my resolve; and ones own wishes al
the easiest way, love. Tomorrow evening
will see Mr.. strangfeld and tell him we q,
married" .
Tomorrow EVENING""
1t was a long way of for their next mex
ing, but gerry close for bitter business.
ut Is not too soonl" he said, s~oothingly.
"No. 1t Is not too soon." she answered. vii