The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-09-29
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| Hester?"
 "I am not cool to you, Mir. Kings bury"
 "Yes, you are; you don't like me, or you don't like my being here; can't quite make out which it is."
 A long pause ensued, while Hester leaned over the gate swinging her straw hat, her straight brows con- tracted into slight frown. The plain print dress which she wore did not disguise the shapeliness of her figure, and her clearly cut features and soft hazel eyes had proved source of great fascination for Jack Kingsbury. It was a lucky chance that had led him to answer an advertisement in the Tunes for summer board for single gentleman. He found the farmer a good natured, jolly fellow, and his wife sweet-faced, lady-like woman, who treated him as son; but their daugh- ter was an enigma. Jack knew little about farmers daughters, especially New England farmers daughters, and was quite unprepared for the intelli- gence and quiet dignity of the girl whom he had expected to find strap ping, red faced lass who would expect him to chaff with her and pay her broad compliments. Hester actually avoided him; but Jack had his full share of conceit, and reasoned that she liked his attentions we'll enough she was little shy, perhaps, but that would wear of in time.
 "The horse is coming out of the barn, Mir. Kingsbury you will be late for your dinner if you do not start"
 "l'll get there in good time," said Jack, looking at his watch "you haven't answered my question yet"
 "Well," said Hester, turning as she spoke, "if you must know, I did not approve of fathers idea of taking a boarder. I did not like it." She spoke forcibly, and without waiting for a reply walked off to the house just as the buggy came round.
 Jack, feeling very much as if some one had hit him in the face, jumped into the wagon and drove off furious ly, venting his own bad temper on the horse with sharp cuts of the whip.
 He had gone to dine with party of young fellows at the Profile house. and Hester found herself wondering when he would come back; the house was so still and lonely when he was out; she knew she had been rude just before he lett, but then he was so con- ceited. We'll, she would try to atone for it when he came home. Supper time passed, but he had not come, SO Hester went out for walk along the road, while the setting sun flooded the fields with a gorgeous crimson light. She walked long time before the sound of approaching wheels made her glance up, and she saw Jack Kings bury coming along in the buggy. He drew up at the side of the road.
 "Will you get in, Miss Hester, and drive home with me?"
 Hester nodded assent and sprang in. At branch road Jack turned the horse.
 "We are on the wrong road, MT. Kingsbury," said Hester.
 "I know it," returned Jack.
 "But it is growing late, and must get home."
 Jack made no reply, but drove on rapidly. Hester laid her hand on the reins: Really, MT. Kipgsbury,," she said, "I wish to go home"
 In an instant she felt his arm about her. Mot before you have given me 6 kiss to atone for your cruelty to- day" said Jack, excitedly.
 AS she turned to look at him Hester noticed for the first time that his face was flushed and his breath heavy with wine. She pushed herself away from him and said with forced laugh, l"You are joking, MT. Kingsbury, and you know I do not like jokes"
 "It is no joke" shouted Jack, fierce ly, "I will kiss you."
 "There-you have knocked my hat off-go after it or 1t will be lost in the dark; I will hold the horse.n Il Muttering something under his breath, Jack jumped out and walked back to where the hat lay. As he picked 1t up he heard the snap of 8 whip, and looking forward saw the buggy vanishing in the distance. 'l His wrathful expressions are best lett unrecorded. 1t was . good three miles to the farm, cutting across fields, and the fresh mountain air soon cooled Jacks excitement. Before he had gone two miles he called himself tool and an idiot, and his admiration for the lgirPs high handed way of ridding herself of him grew with every step homeward. aBy love" ;" he exclaimed aloud, ssshe's worth dozen city girls l What fool was to insult her; che will never forgive it. I know her we'll enough for that, and he walked on again buried in thought.
 I He found the door of the farm house open, and, after laying her hat care fully on the hall fahlA. vent sfrniuht