Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1888-04-26

golden lashes.
"You don't think it would do7' /
His voice recalls her to the present, and she !
remembers that his question is unanswered. |
40, yes" she says, shave them come by
all means, am sure Aunt Jane would be de- !
lighted"
"And you?''
80, / shall be glad, of course" But
though the words are kind, the manner is
cold and distant, and Harold feels disappoint-
ed, though he can hardly tell why.
There is not much said after that, and soon
he turns the boat and rows swiftly home.
As he helps her out at the landing. he notes
the tired droop of the eyes, and the sweet
face from which the bright color has faded.
"You are tired" he cries remorsefully, 'T
have kept you out too long"
"No," she says, but there is a tired ring in
the clear voice; the moonlight has suddenly
grown dim, the beauty of the night gone,
and all because Of this unknown ''Helen."
.What ails you, childf You have been gay
and happy as lark, and now since Miss
Arnold and her friend have come you are as
restless as little ghost, and look like one
too, with your cheeks grown so white and
your eyes big as saucers. ! am sure you
must be sick, June" and Aunt Jane looks
anxiously at her niece, who forces laugh as
she says:
'I am not sick, Aunty. shall be all right
when all this company is gone."
The old lady lookes mystifed.
"But you used to like company, June, and
1 am sure there could be no nicer lady than
Miss Arnold, and as for Miss Norris, am
not surprised that Mr.. Arnold Is 80 devoted
to her, for sweeter, prettier--" Aunt
Jane got no farther, for June had disappear
ed.
"Gone to bed," thinks the good lady,
swell, its the best thing she could do for she
looked all tired out, poor child"
But Aunt Jane is mistaken. June has not
gone to her room, but is going swiftly down
the path to the old apple tree, and there where
she dreamed so happily few short weeks
ago, she throws herself down upon the long,
soft grass and suppressed sobs shake Ter
slender form.
The last few days have been torture to the
girl. To see Miss Norris, with her beautiful
dark face wreathed in smiles, by Harolds
side everywhere. and he all devotion to the
lady of his choic, is almost more than poor
June can bear. She is longing for a word, a
smile, touch of his hand, and yet she has
hardly glanced at him for three days, and has
kept out of his way as much as possible.
"He shall not know" she cries, sit would
kill me to have him guess what fool 1 have
been. Aunt Jane was right after all, love is
cruel thing. never dreamed it would be
| like this"
| So she lies there on the ground, while the
stars look down upon her and the crick etE
chirp in the grass, until at last she falls
asleep like tired child, her face resting OF
her hand, and the tear drops on her flushed
cheeks. But some one else comes along the
orchard path, some one who walks with ben
head and eyes fixed on the ground.
II am glad we are to go tomorrow
muses. Harold Arnold, "for can not stant
this. thought she was beginning to car
for me, my pretty little June, but it seems
was mistaken. She will hardly look at me
and when my eyes meet hers she will turn he
own away"
"And yet when I asked her if 1 had offended
her, she opened her blue eyes in surprise ant
said SO decidedly; 'Why, of course not
how could you fancy such thing?' AND
when spoke of her changed manner, sh'
only laughed and ran away. No, it is quit,
evident that she sees my infatuation, and i
displeases her,"
And so this very blind young man goes on
feeling himself to be the most unfortunate
of mortals, till he almost stumbIes over
little white object curled up at the foot O
the old apple tree.
"June" he cries under his breath, "what i
she doing here?" He bends closer, sees tn
blue eyes are fast closed, hesitates, thel
stoops down and kisses the rosy lips.
But June is not asleep. She had heard hi
step on the grass, and had lain quite still
thinking he would go by, but when she fel
his lips upon her own and heard him murmul
"June. dear little June!" she sprang to he
feet, her blue eyes flashing.
"How dare your she cries, show dar
youv'
II am sorry. I beg you to forgive me
, Will you not?" in pleading tones.
"I-I don't know" she stammers, weakl!
, Something in her tone makes him boldel
, he takes one little cold hand in both hi
clumsy ones and tries to meet the eyes this
hide behind long lashes.
8 '"Do," he says, 'T am so very sorry, an
t after all really could not help it, yo
know"
''Yes you could!' she tries to draw HI
h hand away, but after few fain efforts give
{ it up. "What would Miss Norris sayP'
"Bother Miss Norris!'' is the very irreve
!, ent exclamation. "What do care what 81
1 says"
"You ought to care"
"Why, pray tell me?"
"Because, because" the sweet voi'
g falters, "she has a right to care when 20
when you"
"Well, when I what?' He has put one ar
around her now, the otherr still holds b.
/ own fast.
v The answer to his question tarries, and
finishes for her. "When kiss the girl ! Low
is that what you were going to say?"
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