Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1888-12-06
A Happy Exchange.

Jack, let US go over Lne sLylei
they look so picturesquely happy
there, under the big chestnut tree.
Will you Gomez
Haven't sufficient audacity,
drawled Jack Hammond lazily.
Don't know who they are, and never
could endure to intrude on strangers.
I don't think they want US, do your
you think them lovers, said Miss
Carroll, with curl of her pretty lip;
'well, if they are, no doubt they see
enough of each other to be bored half
to death. You may go back if you
like, but I am going to scrape acquaint-
ance with that pretty girl
lawfully bad form, Jack answered,
in his indolent, but musical voice, as
he lounged to the stile and helped
May over. But If you'll present me,
I'll follow as rapidly as the law of my
being will allow
And he did follow; for Nays light
foot scarcely seemed to touch the
grass over which it sped, as she went
through the glad golden sunlight of
an October day. towards the fate
which had been sent to- meet her in
the serene dullness of the country to
which her physician had banished her
in July.
Under the widespread branches OF
massive chestnut tree, were seated
the two whom she had seen as she
sauntered slowly through the neigh
boring field with her fiance, who had
come to board at farm house near. as
in duty bound, when freed from his
desk in the city tor few weeks; and
who had yawned more, in the fort
night he spent there, than in the whole
of his previous existence.
Through an opening Of the boughs
above, broad lance Of the sunlight
fell on the upturned olive face of a
young man. who lay in the grass,
supremely at his ease, his hands
clasped under his head, his long limbs
stretched out, soft felt hat lying
near, filled With mass of yellow,
crimson, and brown-hecked leaves,
which, evidently, his companion had
gathered, for her own lap was full OF
similar beauty, and she was reading
aloud from book of poems.
Isn't she pretty?' May thought as
she looked at the dainty delicate out
lines of the sweet downbent face, as
flower-fai as any her eyes had restec
on, with the dew of life's early morn.
ing on its beauty.
Then Mays light steps paused, fo1
it did seem too bad to interrupt th'
clear soft voice that read such tender
words:
''rhat sacred hour can forget!
Can forget the followed grove,
Where, by the winding Ayr we met.
To live one day of parting love?
Then a pair of frank, childish, stal
like eyes lifted suddenly, and May
meeting he~ glance, advanced with I
SMILE her languid atfianced beside her
Forgive us for interrupting you il
this manner she said; 'but we wer
so tired of each others society, ant
we saw you from the stile. May tel
you who we are? | am May Carol
staying at the Fairfax farm; ant
this is Mr.. Jack Hammond on who"
a fortnights rustlcating has had tn
melancholy effect you see, with
glance at Jack who made his choices
bow, and barred well-set head, O
which grew wealth of shining silke
hair, that perfectly matched with ri
heavy blonde moustache.
The girl sprang impulslvely to he
feet, scattering her gatherings.
i am SO glad you come,' she sal
in clear fresh voice, as full of musi
as birds. 'Llonel and | were wish
ing we knew somebody here; it is s
quiet Brother, turning to the youn
giant with the olive face and dusk
head, who had lifted himself from tn
grass, 'let me introduce you, Oh, fol
got! am Inez Brabos, and Lionel
my brother
pOHlcbuluR III Iu0 ldih lduSuiH
eyes bent on her face, as Lionel Bra
Dos bowed lowly before her. mad
Mays cheeks bloom for moment lik
twin roses.
But she forgot it very soon, as sit
ting down beside her new acquaint
ance, lshe watched Jack gather an
arrange the autumn leave for Inez.
An hour was spent under the ches
nut-tree; q ramble along the highwa
and through the cool shady.lances ths
led thither in the vicinity, arrange
for the morrow.
And when May and Jack wake
the veranda of the farm house thi
evening and the tiny moon was fac
ing, the girl turned enthusiasticall
towards her companion.
Did You ever see SO lovely q fac
as Inez Brabos's?' she questioned
Were man. I'd fall in love wit
her straightway.
What Whether you we're free t
do SO or not, May?'
She looked gravely off to where