Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1886-05-27

| looked at the girls blushing face.
'Ehs What did You sayg'
II didn't tell William Jones that Won
Eis5ed me!'
These words seemed to remind the Young
man OF the position c. his arm, for lie lest;l;-
Withdrew it. Thcn The ahsurdity OF the
whole situation appeared to rotu,-.l urol lin,
and he broke into q b,,..;s CT Loyish lalr,hter
at which his compenicns face fell once
more. 1t was clear that she tool, lie seri-
oualS, end dreaded sarcasm.
''ss1c3tn he said, This went dol This
won't do ct allt'
What Won't do.n
'Well--this" 10 answered, iathcr am.
biguously. "You're awfrliy yopu,. vo,
Snov-quite o girl, although as yoa sng-
Ecsted just now, rnd, rs yol. ,.sol,abiy be-
Ioyc, You may be 's,rot.cd up.' \ II r,ilat--
| ha-you must loo. mon ne cs a sorb ct
father, and ell tl't of thing.a
You're too Young to be my father,r an.
swered Matt, ingcnucus,y
Well, say your big brother. I'm inter
ested In you, Matt, very Inucl interested,
and should really liko TO gcS to the bottom
OF the mystery about you; lyIs NO r,l,ss rot
forget that werewolf, ehnoat s.ranrc.y
you know. Bcsides,n he added, laughing
again chcerily, "you arc engaged to be mar
ried, some day, to q gentleman Of fortti,Ie.n
Matt sprang up, with heaying bosom end
flaahing eyes.
'No, mint" she saiG. 'Ihate HMM
Hate the beautiful Monk, Of Ecazsl,t1,ati
Monk the beneiicenti Monk the swcot-
spol1enl Impossiblcr'
Yes, hate him, I" cried Matt; ssand-and
land when he kissed mo it made mo sick"
w hat, did hes Actually? Kissed your
As he spoke the young man actually felt
Tint he should like to assault the redoubtable
Monk
Yes, he kissed me-once. If ne kisses me
AGAIN I'll stick something into him, or scratch
his face.n
And Matt looked black as thunder, and set
her pearly teeth angrily together.
Sit down again, Mattln
Il shan't-if you laugh"
,Oh, I'll behave myself. Comei"-and he
added, as she returned to her place, .'Clid it
make you sick when kissed youn
he was playing with fire. The girls face
changed in a moment, her eyes melted, her
lips trembled, and all her expression became
lnexpressibly soft and dreamy. Leaning
gently toward him she dropped her eyes, and
then, seeing his hand resting on his knee, she
took it in hers, and raised it to her lips.
II should like to marry you,n she said,
and blushing, rested her cheek against his
shoulder!
Now, our hero of the caravan was a true
hearted young fellow and man of honor,
and his position had become extremely en-
baIrassing. Hecould no longer conceal from
himself the discovery that he had made an
unmistakable impression on MATHS unsophis-
ticated heart. Hitherto he had looked upon
her as a sort of ellfant terrible, q very rough
RI IL.
surprise and self-reprcach. that she pos
sessed, whether ''growcd up" or not. much of
the susceptibility of groEn-up young ladies.
1t was clear that his duty was TO disenchant
her as speedily as possible, seeing that he
discovery of the hopele slcss of her attach
ment might, if delayed, cause her no little
unhappiness
In the meantime he suffered her to nestle
to him. lie did not like to shake her off
roughly, or to sGy anything unkind. He
glanced round into her face; tho eyes were
still cast down and the cheeks were sufflsed
with warm, rich light, which softened the
great freckles and made her complexion look.
according to the image which suggested itself
to his mind, like O nice ripe pear. She was
certainly very pretty. He glanced down at
her hands, which rested in her lap end again
noticed that they were unusually delicate
and small Her foot, which he next in
spected, he could not critieise, for the boots
she wore would havo been o good fit for VIII
liam Jones. But tho whole outline of her
figure, in spite of the hideous attire she wore
was fine and symmetrical, and aitogether-
His inspection was interrupted by the girl
herself. Starting as il from delightful
trance, she sprang to her feet and cried:
II can't stop no longer. Tn going
tfRrt tho Y,io+lt,.a ,o;,I
rising also "Shan't finish it to-dsyy7
II can't wait. William Jones wants to
send mo message over to Pencroes, and il |
don't go he'll scold.n
Every WELL Matt"
s'But I'll Gomez she said, smiling, to-Inor-
row; and Til come in my Sunday clothes,
somehow"
Don't trouble. On rejection, / think you
look nicer as you are"
She lifted up her hat from the ground. and
still hesitated as she put il ON.
Upon my word! cried the artist, ''those
Welsh hats are very becoming. Good-by
Matt
She took his outstretched hand and waited
an instant, with nor warm, brown c,,oel, in
profile temptingly near his lips. But he dii
not yield to the temptation, and after a
moments further hesitation, in which fear
she betrayed some little disappointment, Matt
released her hand and sprang hurIieslly away.
upon my word" mattered tho young
man. as he watched her figure rccediller in the
distance, ''the situation is growing l-l.ro cr,4
more trcublesomel / shall have toInake n
clean bolt Of it if this goes on. Fancy being
caught in q Irritation with wild ocean wait
a child of the wilderness. who never even
heard of Lindley Murray Really, it will
never dor