The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1888-09-15

face somewhat pale. tie Is standing
mopping his heated brow with hi.
handkerchief.
CIT was so uncommon hot" he ex-
plains, 's!hat my spirit yearned for The
cool comfort ut home. l walked far
! ther aud faster than l was aware Of
q habit of mine when get to think ing.
Aud that is why" lauxhingly, "thai l
80 seldom indulge In such pas!.ti me.
It's 80 cool in this hall; suppnse we
sit her. :'
He steps iuto his ru".lha momeu ,
while Ange, seating hesself in her
fathers great rocker, leans her head
back just where a cool bret Ze tutnbles
her boyish looking, red gold locks into
a pretty confusion.
Presently, Paul Wrs,lake e'nerges ;
| in his hand the volume Of Tennysnn,
| in his eyes an assumed ind ference.
elf you haven. Tennyson will you
| do me the favor to accept this: If you
! have-well-accept it anyhow. All
girls love Tennyson. l confess l am
pretty partial to him myself"
She looks across at him, and II uerv.
Gus dash of sudden tears makes her eyes
luminous. She shakes her head in n
RCluA0olS CUtIulSl ldSutOty oul Nl'tol
little proudly.
"You won't have il: Well, ,hen,"
he swallows his chagrin aud draws his
chair Il little nearer, ..lei the read some.
thing t" you, il 1t won't bore you.
Fact is l never enjoy reading alone
and al home am afraid intlict my,
self to almost II painful degree on my
mother. She's just the dearest lnother,"
he breaks off with enthusiasm, 'ijust
like girl herself, quite young enough
for my sister. We're great cronies, she
and and the Governor
Auge is very much Interested, but
she refrains from ask ing the questions
trembling on her tongue, about his
home and if he has a brother or
maybe pretty young sister.
"At any rate," he continues, going
back to his subject, s.I shalt leave this
here when 60. If you won't accept
it from tne, perhaps it will sometimes
remind you of the interloper you didn't
want to take in and that were hap
piness-" He pulls himself up and
opens the book at Lsuncelot and
Elaine.
He is clever reader, and manages
to throw coed deal of expression and
genuine feeling into the story.
Ange leans back in the great chair
with her hands folded in her lap, and
her eyes far atield where in the dis
tance the corn stretches yellow and
dry.
"And one morn it chanced,
He found her in among the garden yews,
And said: "Delay no longer, speak your
wish
Seeing El,ns must go to-day" Tho" out she
"Going? And we shall never SEQ you
And I must die for want of one bold
wOrd?"
yours.''
Then Suddenly and passionat oily she spoke :
II have gone mad. love you. Let me
The silence that follows the close of
these lines is intense; out side the
droning of bees in the warm sunshine
is the only sound.
Seeing that she is so strangely still,
Westlake closes the volume. His own
face is pale and bis eyes troubled.
"You are tired. I have bored you"
1t is with visible effort that she
brings her eyes from the distant fields
to where he sits.
"No," she replies, 81 like it, and,''
she reaches out her hand impulsively,
81 will accept the book if you wish it.
l haven't got Tennyson."
His face lights up with pleasure.
"F'irst let me write your name in it,
and the date"
He pauses with uplif,ed pencil.
"IIW you tell me your correct name
Is it Angelina or Angelica? l confess
it has puzzled me a lille"
ssThey named me Angel when l was
! a baby. l have no other name," she
answers indifTerently.
He writes it liuge1ingly and with the
old pleasant smile in his eyes: "Angel,
June 'S6, from Paul Westiake."
"The girls used to laugh at my name
at st. Mary's where 1 went to school.
1t vexed me, and l don't think it was
at alt nice Of them. l know i ain't
good, and don't deserve such a maine,
but my mother called the that whea |
was baby, and Pdppy never could
bear TO change it after she died,
think he took to calling me Ange
because Angel reminded him so much
of my mother, and it hurt him."
"Iou say you went to school al ST
! NdTy'S lne uySteTy vi neT SpetCI
and dress was then solved.
eyes. l went there one session. Blu
l couldn't stand il. 1t was like being
in prison, and 50 ! wouldn't go back
Oh, they used to make me furious, be
cause l was mountain girl and didn'
know how TO dress and talk proper
all but one" She paused, and her eye
are flied with gentle remem Der
ing. Then she turns swiftly t0wart