Devils Lake inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, Ramsey Co., Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1905, 1886-11-27

Weyiand had a firm, truo, steady, tender
heart, which had never done q wrong to
any man or woman sirce the day it first
began to beat.
Olive had got the fathers true. steadfast
nature. combined with occasional flashes Of
tive mothers wit; she had got the fathers
large stature. thu mothers grace, the
fathers yellow hair and fairness Of skin.
with the mothers REGULAR features and
gray Irish ewes. She had also 60 the ben
eft Of the dirty finger. and the effect Of the
whole was to give to The world just as
lovely a young woman as either author or
reader could wish for the heroine OF q story
or TO be the darling of anv mans heart.
M other child than Olive Ind come to
make music in the pretty old house where
the Wey'ands lived; yet. thourh there was
70 bov Wevland tn take his place in the firm,
Murray Wevland did not make a trouble of
the fact. There We're enough of the young
Arkwrights over at Barnardwistle to carry
on half a dozen firms, he was in the habit Of
saving; and 1t was true. Jim Arkwright
had married when very young, and the old
place where his father and his grandfather
had lived before him resounded with the
noise of six little pairs of feet. Six healthy,
happy voices shouted dad dad. dad" when
he returned from his Office, or, IN a well-be-
spattered pink coat. from his Elysian fields
of delight-that is, from hunting; and these
six were all Buys. and two Of them had had
the audacity to come ~ a pair.
And as there were enough of the young
Arkwrights and to spare, MURRAY Weyland
was well content with his girl Sometimes
he declared in jest he had gone in for quality
rather than for quantity, and there were
MANY who agreed with him; among them
notably was Edith ArkwrightAe brother,
Cecil Lucy, of the Scarlet L'ncers. whom
spite Of his affectation and his dr,wl, his air
Of wise imbecility. and his threadbare story
about his first love, who was called Naomi.
and had lied him, and his oft repeated de-
claration that he m'ant to marry Bottles
little daughter, Miss Mignon-possessad one
srot in his heart which was much more soft
and tender than any Of the fellows in the
regiment, or, for thu matter of that. Filth
Arkwright herself, we've him credit fora
spot of viii h Olive Wevland was queen. 1t
was no new thing. Any time during the last
FIVE years Lucy had known perfectly we'll
that she was the one woman whom the world
held for him. Anv time during the last five
years-that is, from the day Of her sixteenth
birthdav-he would have taken the plume
and asked her to marry him. had he had the
faintest hops that she would accept him..
But hope is what he had not had. He
knew only too well that Olive Weyland did
not care for him in the way he wished. His
favorite adage-one which he made to fit all
occasions-was, "Hurry no mans %cattle,n
and upon it he acted in this instance as in
most Others. So long as Olive showed no
signs of caring for any one else, he was con-
tent to bide his time. to live his soldiers life,
to go on his placid, good -natured way, and
tell his story Of how he nev-ah wanted to
marry hut one lady in all his life. and how
she had thrown him over for an e'ephantine
parson, whose name was-er-Fligg-the
Wreverend Solomon Fligg; how he had met
her since as the blooming mother Of eleven
little Fliggs. all cories in miniature of their
estimable papa. He was content to live and
act and speak so as to throw dust in the eyes
Of nearly all who knew him; and, as per-
haps he neither expected nor meant, the
most effectually blinded Of all was Olive
herself.