Newport enterprise. [volume] (Newport [Del.]) 1889-1???, 1889-03-02

| Tiny CLOCK, ana DltS OF DrlC-d-Drac upon
the table, and cage with canary which
was jubilant with song.
''Isn't he treasurer Corrie asked,
seeing how admiringly her friend listened
to the bird.
''He is, Indeed; but who wouldn't sing
here?" Howard replied, letting his eyes
wander about the room.
"Do you singf" questioned Corrie.
"Do your"
eyes; little. have such sweet
toned guitar at the house,"
"Let me walk home with yau, please,
and hear it. l like the guitar"
every well. I suppose can go now;
the wires have been unusually quick to-
day. Wait Just minute, please"
Going to the instrument, she began
calling rapidly. Some one answered.
Goodnight, DEAR" wrote her hurry
ing fingers. sc. H. is going along to
open the gate. He is so good. am in
love with him-ha hal Call me to-
morrow morning. l couldn't get along
without our nice chats over the wire,
Jack.
Goodnight, and God bless you ?"
drummed out the instrument, making
glad the features of the orphan girl, and
strangely serious those of her companion,
who was watching her intently.
"We can go now, she said, rising and
putting on her gloves.
The snow crushed under foot as they
walked, the air was cold and biting, and
the wind blew with freezing intensity,
upon them.
"Isn't it coldf" Corrie said; 'tand it
looks so warm over there in the west"
He held the gate open without speak
ing.
"Thanks-you are so good |" she told
him when he again joined her.
"That seems to be favorite expression
of yours-so good," he replied, glancing
at the gloomy old house they we're ap-
preaching.
She looked up into his face.
eyes, it is, but you don't seem to
like it,"
"Oh, yes, l dol" / always look cross
when Pm cold. Pm very impatient at
times, and that old gate is as slow to
turn on its hinges as some people are to
comprehend"
She laughed childishly, and the sarcasm
died in his heart instantly.
She sang in the freight Her voice
was low, and the words had melting
tenderness that brought unshed tears
into her own beautiful eyes.
Howard looked into the fire while she
sang, and when she ceased he took the
guitar.
"You shall not sing longer; it makes
you sad, and / cannot bear that. love
you too much to ask you again. want
you to believe what say, too; for do
love YOU" He drew his fingers across
the wires. 81 will sing something more
cheerful.
" Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away -
He turned toward her, and saw that
she was crying softly.
"Dont |" she begged. "Jack used to
sing that l'
A silence followed; and the next thing
Howard was entirely conscious of was his
effort to lift the ponderous gate that
opened on the highway.
The church bells were ringing when
Corrie awoke, and all the morning her
office seemed peculiarly lovely. She
wondered if Mr.. Howard would come in
that day, and smiled despite herself
as she thought of his sudden departure
the evening before. She must have said
something to wound him, but she felt no
remorse in her heart for asking him not
to sing Jacks song. She would explain to
him more satisfactorily next time. But
her face grew woefully serious-perhaps
he would not come again. How the sun
glimmered on the snow She walked to
the door, opened it, and stood looking
down the platform.
Two ladies were approaching. One
was pretty and prettily dressed. 1t must
be Miss Olivia Brown. She had heard
Mr.. Howard speak of her. Each knew
the other at glance. Corrie's lips
shaped themselves for smile, which was
slain the next instant by the cruel words
of the passer by.
''Such common girl |" she was say
ing to her companion-'a perfect play
thing for George-you should hear him
laugh about her. Look how she stares at
US | If he continues his visits there,
shall discard him."
Corrie disappeared from the door. She
sat in her chair, leaned her elbows upon
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face in her hands. Her heart-how it
ached For hours she sat there. The
instruments called and called-no answer
from 'CN." The wind wizzed across the
panes and seemed wrestling with those
taunting words" Common girl. Perfect
plaything." She could endure it no
longer, and hurrying on her long gray
cloak, she locked the office door and
started home. Soon there came quick
steps and glad voices behind. She
lowered her veil. They passed, and,
looking after them, she recognised the
tall figure of George Howard and Miss
Brown.
Of all the strange freaks of love this
one phase of it battles me. How he,
whose heart was full of Corrie, although
aggravated by one of her whims, could
so conceal his true feelings by pretended
fondness for another, say it battles me.
In his heart Corrie's image was secondary
to none; he held it there securely, like