Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1886-11-11

tie lonely. So. calling Trip. she put
on her hat, and went slowly down tie
hill. Beside the gate she halted.
"Here we first met she said softly.
to herself; and leaning against the rail
something dmmed her eyes. She
dashed it away Indignantly. Had she
not promised herself that she would
grieve no more for what could not he
helped.
Crying for the moon, like great
baby, as l am!' she said, stamping her
little foot Indignantly. II wonder
Trip you do not laugh at mel"
Trip had something better to do. An
enemy was in sight-a great black dog
was marching gravcIy up the hill,
waving his feathery tail as if he were
a monarch of all he surveyed. Trip,
small as he was, would convince him to
the contrary. and, showing all his teeth
and growing as if he had swallowed
an earthquake, he made sudden dash
into the road, with bark like twelve
penny trumpets blown by one breath.
"Trip, Trip!' cried the girl, with
out looking round.
Paul, be quiet!' said a voice that
made her heart stand still "Trip,
why, Trip, my fine fellow, have you
forgotten me?'
The sharp bark changed into de-
lighted whine. the two dogs suspended
hOstilities and came together to her
feet, then someone followed, and her
hand was taken in n warm one.
at is you, then!' she said, turning
round and looking into the bright, gay
face she never expected TO see again.
at is r. and he gazed as earnestly
as she had done.
She was not thin or pale; she evil
IDENTITY had not pinned for him; and yet
there was somethng-an added look
of gravity and seriousness that only
love can bring.
Are you glad to see me?'
Very, very glad she said, bending
down to carcss Paul, who had thrust
his cold nose into her hand and to
speak kind word to Trip, lest he
should get jealous of the sable stranger.
The artist leaned upon the gate, and
waited patiently. When she looked
up again, he said quietly, Il have often
thought of you all these long months.
painted your picture for the exhibition
this year, and it has made my fortune.
So l came to thank you for having put
so much happiness within my reach. l
am going to be married; came to say
good-by to Mary Morrison first
There was no answer. She turned
white to the lips, but kept her eyes fixed
steadily upon the western sky.
TO say good-by to Mary Morri-
son." the artist continued, land to sa-
lutte, l hope, Mary Howard, before |
return. What say you, darling?"
She yielded to the encircling arm
that drew her nearer, and looked up
at him.
"Are you in earnest?"
Il wish you would be half as mucn
son
Then how could you brighten me
so?'
did l brighten you, Mary? Then
you love me; You can not deny it after
that. Listen: | have been hard at
work this year making a home for you.
Your picture gave me the means to do
it, and will give me through other orders
the means of do NC much more. 1t is
not a palace, but it is a pretty place
enough, and it has rose garden, Mary.
Y on took the thorn from out the rose
for me long ago; come with me and take
them from all the roses through my
life. Can you? VIII you?"
There were tears in her eyes now
which she did not try to dash away, and
Trip and Paul were the witnesses of
second meeting of those lips, which
seemed to imply that the rose garden
would not have to wait very long for its
pretty mistress. Then the four went up
to the farm house, in the moonlight to.
gether. -PhiLadelphia call.