St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-05-02
HOW HE WOOED HER.

Mrs. Cox was in very excited condi-
ton. Her son Dudley was not expected
to live, and in his delirium he kept call
ing one name over and over again. 1t
happened. however, that Mrs. Cox knew
the young lady's father, so she went
over to consult with him. There could
certainly be nothing wrong in asking
Miss Bud to call on Dudley, as the
chances were he had not long to live.
This was easy to arrange as the young
lady at once consented, and for a week
called daily on the poor invalid. He
soon began to mend rapidly, and when
he was able to sit up he wrote Miss Bud
letter. In it he told her he had heard
of the arrangement that had brought
her to his bedside, and that he could
not think of her sacrificing herself any
more, since he had fully recovered. He
thanked her heartily for what she had
done.
Bud read this over two or three times,
with the blood fading out of her cheeks
and the light dying from her eyes. She
did not faint or cry, but sat with it in
her hands, staring before her in kind
of stunned maze. 1t was all over. He
had cut the thread that bound them
with his own hand. He had no further
need. of her then. That was all she
could realize for the moment and she
felt crushed to the ground. If he had
only asked her if she cared for him!
But no. He simply dismissed the mat
| ter, asking for no answer, nor even
promising to see her again.
The doctor had gone to Mrs. COX'S for
the second time that day, but this time
the visit was to the mother, not to the
son. He had made up his mind, having
eXtricated Bud from her difficulty, to
arrange his own affairs without further
delay.
They were not difficult to arrange. He
took the widows hand and looked at
her, and somehow that arranged them,
and they went together to announce the
news to Dudley, who had maps on the
table and was making plans as to tour
abroad.
Tho young man received the informa-
ton very quietly. He could not SYM
pathiZe in their happiness in his present
frame of mind, and was no unrespon-
siye that the doctor felt chilled. How
ever, he was not too much chilled to
stay to dinner and spend the evening.
At about 8 O'Clock Dudley escaped and
wandered out into the night. His steps
naturally turned in one particular direc-
ton, and he was soon standing at the
doctors gate, looking at the drawn-down
blinds of the drawing-roOm, light be-
hind them indicating Buds presence.
How lonely she must be there by her
self all this time He noiseleSsly
opened the gate, stepped across the lit
tie patch of turf and stood close to the
window, irving to find tiny portion of
the glass uncovered, SO that he could
see in.
A very short search showed him one
good chink through which he could OBJ
tain view of the room. There was
Bud, sitting by the table with her face
hidden in her hands.
''Good-by, my one love-" he said in a
whisper. sit was sweet while it lasted.
Good-by."
He was about to turn away, when it
struck him that there was something
unusually detected in her attitude
Was she unhappy? And why?
The longer he looked the more con-
WINGED he was that something was
wrong. At last, Obeying a sudden i'm
pulse, he tapped with his knuckles on
the pane, when she started and turned
round, showing face wet with tears.
He tapped again. Bud hastily dried
her eyes, not knowing that she was visi-
BILE, then approaching, drew up the
blind and threw open the window.
"WhO is there?" she asked, almost
sharply. '.Why, Dudley"
Yes, l. Is anything the matter?"
Heclasped her hand, and, encouraged
by its warm clasp, Bud acted on the
promptings of her heart and laid her
other hand also in his.
EYES," she said. "You are going
away-and L love you, Dudley"
.Rud, -