Indian chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1882-1902, 1886-05-06

MI AAinNA n NNNUt AFlu 4 tNNI IIn fON
the story Of Philip d'Agincourt and the
French mariner"
But was in no mood for listening
TO my uncie's yarns, and hastily badc
him goodnight
During the week Miss d'Aglncourt
and walked and talked and rode and
read together, and my life was raised
to very high pressure. Ono look
from those deep eyes could raise me
20 state of ccstatic happiness or
plunge me into the depths OF misery.
How delightful were such possibilities
in comparison with the monotony of
my previous existenccl Is not love
like Captain Whites Oriental pickle,
"a most delicious combination of
sweets and soursPn / could not help
fancying that Rose was mot altogether
Indifferent to me- as modest young
picn say in novels; but the uncertainty,
and the alterations of hope and fear
plagued me terribly, and made me un-
commonly glad when the Saturday ar
rived on which my uncle had prom
iscd to pronounce his verdict. What
that verdict would b. 4 had no doubt;
for my uncle was evidently fascinated
by the girl he had undertaken to ana
lyze, and | could hardly think that after
the first evening he had the heart to
disscct her.
IN
"Well, Reignald," said my uncle,
smoking his aftcr-breakfast pipe upon
that Saturday morning, "my observa-
tions OF Rose d'Agincourt were soon
completed. She is good, honest. SEN
sible and practicable little woman"
My ears ting,,d with delight.
Yes, uncle; and you wish me to-
81 don't wish you TO do any thing
except MAKE yoyrself civil TO the girl so
long as she remains here. OF course
am rather disappointed that she has
turned out so different from what ex-
pccted, but we must look elsewhere. l
don't mean to say that | regret her
visit here, for SHE Is a very pleasant
soul to have abUut the hoisc-a de-
lightful little body. Think we have all
enjoyed her company"
''Butunclc," | gasped, "you said she
Is so sensible aud good, and / am sure
she is both. What objection can there
be to hcrP I think one might go far
thcr and fare worse" ] added. with
foolish laugh.
My dear boy" replied my uncle,
taking his pipe from his lips and pro-
ceeding to mount his hobby, 'she Is an
excellent woman, an admirable wom-
an. She would make capital wife
for a poet or novelist. think of
asking Tom Woodbird down 20 meet
her. If | could marry those two, IL
would be a beautiful match. OF course
must give up all thoughts Of mating
her with a practical fellow like YOU,
such a marriage could produce moth
ing but the commonplace. You have
neither Of you one iota of imagination.
II is a disappointment to me, Iconfess:
for, personally. | like the girl very
much, and every thing else is in her
favorm
| could restrain myself no longer.
"Uncle,h l cried, 81 hope you're
not serious, because I'm in love with
herl"
II thought you seemed rather smit-
ten," said my uncle, with the most
aggravating GOODNESS, ''but the feeling
will soon pass away. As for your being
in love with her. even you must see
that such thing is psychologically
absurd. You know very well how often
| have told yoa that it is only the at
traction of opposites which produce
any real and lasting attachment. Now,
there can not possibly be any such at
traction between two equally sensible
persons, like Rose and you"
I'm not sensible, uncle; write poe
try"
"What!'' exclaimed my uncle. bound
ing out Of his chair as if he had been
shot ''ls that true, Reginald? That
would alter the case indeed. But it's
impossible. Some moralizing doggerel
-eh? Good. solid mattar-of-fact.c cut into
longs and shorts All. my dear Rcgi-
nald, that isn't poetryr'
Now, / was not little vain Of the
results of my surreptitious courtship
of the Muses., and these remarks chafcd
me.
II don't mean to say that l have
written any thing first rate. but hope
it's better than you suppose"
"Well. well, said my uncle, with
that kindly incredulous smile Of his,
'bring your verses to me tonight, and
I'll look at them. And now go into the
garden and play croquct with Rose"