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

and 1t will be the prOudest day of my
life. Aud Pappy: There isn't any.
thing he wouldn't do for her, for
her goodness to me. He loves every
body love. 1 didn't get much educa.
tion." she laughs, "but don't need
much out here in the mountains. l
am sometimes sorry that know one
single thing more than Pappy."
Paul Wes,lake, leaning back In his
chair, is watching the girls animated
face, caring rather more for its lights
and shades than for her little story.
But her last words aroused him. He
leans forward.
"But do you expect to spend all your
life here: Have you no ambition to
get out into the world: ~
He sees that this question startles her.
"Why, no." she answers slowly. "It
nigh, alt be like St. Mary's."
"But do you think" he can no, keep
the vehement protest out of his man-
ner, mhat as lovely girl ss you are
eau bury herself out here in this sol:-
tude iorever?"
She springs TO her feet with fright
ened eyes and crimson cheeks.
IL must co." she explains hurriedly,
"Msmmy is calling me-"
She runs into the kitchen and CATCH
turns her about, with eager excitement
| DeDt.
atm l pretty, Nanny, truly: Why
didnt you ever tell the 50 :''
"W'y in cose you is honey, In cose
you il. Id like to see datum as says
you wusn't," answers nanny, sooth.
ingiy. She looks her over with fond
pride.
"Iou'se puttier'n any pictur' now
wild dem sweet shiny eyes and red
! cheeks"
From some unaccountable reason the
girls heart is glad OF the praise.
Late that afternoon, by y common
impulse, the two sat out together for
walk down the shady road. They
passed slowly and lingeringly, their
shadows following long behind them,
and their tongues strangely silent.
Involuntarily both pause when they
reached the primitive bridge spanning
Owls Creek, whose waters leap and
dash themselves to white foam on the
rocks below. Side by side they lean
over the railing aud watch the angry
stream, sweet, damp wind blowing
out of the west, strong in their faces.
Angel raises herself presently aud
reaches out her arms for very gladness,
like child, in the stifeniDg bret re,
her fine pretty profile and slender while
figure outlined against the sbadowy
stretch Of woods beyond.
"The wind always makes me feel
foolish, and light rs a THISTLE" she
says Il little shame facedly when she
finds his eyes are watching her. "Did
you ever notice how little children
will run and scream with delight when
a sudden wind springs up: l am al
most that much of child yet"
"You recall to my mind very pretty
poem l once read" he says in answer,
his face grave and filled with Gel tain
repression. "The refrain Is something
about The wind on the hill for me.
think the lines go:
Il should like to die on the hill
| Some day, As the sun goes down,
And the wind blowing strong and chill
! Drives out the ships from the town."
81 think il l had been poet," Angel
answers, her eyes large and eager, 81
should have put that thought into
Words"
He draws step nearer, in his reck-
less, impulsive way, a look of infinite
tenderness in his eyes, and a CLEAN OF
defiance too, very foreign. He does
not pause to consider. He is yet young
and rash.
"It is not what would have writ
teu," he says swiftly. 81 would have
been that poet who cried
Il have gone mad-I love you. Lot me
die!"
"What's you youngsters u moonin
about out here, and supper awaitin' ?''
breaks in the CHEEKY everyday voice ol
Mr.. Brown, as he comes bsreheaded
toward them.
Silently Angel slips her hand, which
Is cold and trembling, into his as they
turn hcmeward. She is wild to throw
herself on his breast and sob out hel
agitation, but she dare not
"Why, what makes the leetle gall.
hands so cold ? l must II scarf ye."
He takes them in his and carresses
them with all a womau's tenderness.
He pauSes moment in the doOl
while Angel slips away to her room
and looks at young Wesllake witt
troubled eyes.
, "If i's chiItin'," he says with atinos
tud,crous pathos, "lf she's taken Il
chiifin', why-I couldn't stand II. Sh,
{ hain't been sick nary day since she 60
through teethin'."
5 "Come into supper, Pappy," IN
girl calls from the open door.
4 The Old man is reassureu when h
, finds her so CAV all during the meal