Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1889-09-13

I allnht Win II. lie nAd Deen tncTc dloue su
long hat now, though he had known no
| lack before, he was made happy By this
acquaintance The girls blooming yOnng
face, too. stirred and dazzled him He
could not bear that she should go.
'Verhawk, he said; my name is Yer
hawk"
He saw that several couples-stitf, awk-
ward. gawky-were walking about arm in
arm The idea that came to him startled
him and sent the blood to his face. He
took of his hat and put its stiff brim to his
lips in a tremor He did not know what
to say, and SO he said nothing, but he held
ont a timid arm to Miss Scott, his heart
pounding. She stared at him, stared at
her friend, stopped herself in a giggle, and
with a darted look which inclu ded the two
young hobbledehoys looking on, walked
away with him. There was nothing but
iucredulous admiration in the face of her
companion, gazing after her She'll do
Just about anything she wants to, George
Scott will, she said to tn eir followers, who
joined her, evincing their appreciation by
uncouth capers and and horse laughs Il
bet she'll have some fun"
Henry's heart, as they stepped away,
beat so hard that he could hear it, and
could see his coat lapels trembe. He was
happy, but he was dazed SO much so that
he started of unseeingly with irregular
steps.
For space there was silence. Where
are we going to, anyhow | don't know,
the girl said, finding relief in a laugh.
They were nearing the the seats before
the platform, which, the exercises having
begun. were filled.
''Do you want to set down here'' said
Henry; and they sat down.
The girl looked at him, twisting her rub
Der chain. At bottom she was as innocent
as he only far bolder; her venture was the
result of hoidenish impulse and wish to
be smart and aGdacious in the eyes of her
companions She had had small notion of
how to proceed; but she saw now, in her
rudimental way, which required that
effects should be palpable, that she had but
one course. His trustful simplicity and
his utter modesty abashed her, and she
was impelled to behave to him as well as
was in her raw powers.
"That's the Disciple minister from
Trumbull," she said: one of the row of min
isters was speaking at the fdot of the plat
form Il do think he's the funniest look
ing thing ever saw. He amt mar
ried."
banner or two hung over the platform,
which held melodeon. One after another
the ministers-farmer- like looking men, in
wrinkled clothes or with chin whiskers-
made short addresses, after each of which
the superintendent of the corresponding
Sunday School read the years report, fol-
lowed in turn by the singing of a selected
hymn by the school in question. The au.
dience constantly shifted, coming and go
ing: the talk and laughter Of uninterested
strollers sounded; and during the perfo rm-
ances of the band, which played at inter
walls to attract patrons to the carousal
no sound from the platform was audi
BILE.
"His Sunday School amt very big,
neither" the girl went on; 'Tve been over
to it. live in the next town to Trumbull
-Hinckley. The Hinckley Baptist Sun
day Schools ours. We're going to sing
THE " mas Breaking If we can't
do bette. some of 'em have, I'll be sor-
ry.
She laughed, and Henry laughed too.
He was in state of thrilled pleasure such
as he had never known. Miss Scott's
white ruflles touched his knee; he could
see the somewhat coarse bloom of her face
without looking, and smell the perfumery
on her handkerchief.
"You hadn't said where you come fromf"
she went on, pulling up her black lace
mits.
II live down to Schluzman," Henry an
swered.
He nodded.
care you Dutchl" she queried, and when
he nodded again, looked at him curiously.
II don't know as | ever SdU any Dutch
before Why, amt that a good ways from
herea"
Twelve miles" he said.
'Mercyl Did you walk all the ways'
"No I'm going to walk back, though" j"
he added, honestly.
"Goodnessl Well, mebbe well give you
lift as fur as Hinckley. There goes that
Sunday school Pshaw! there amt more'n
thirty We got twice as many"
The Disciple Sunday school filed on to
the platform, waited for the band to stop,
and sung around the melodeon.
Pshaw!7 Miss Scott iterated. Il guess
we can do better That tunes old as the
hills"
He laughed with her again, this time
with fascinated eyes upon her. Never in
his narrow experience had he known so
glib talker, or one who laughed so much.
He could not keep up with her-she seem
ed far too lively for that-but he could
wonder at and be content with her.
"There's Miss Akers," said the girl
''See her, the one with the brown straw
hat! She's our next neighbor to home.
There's lots of Hinckley folks all around
here. There's Mr.. Bush"
She looked around with sheepish def
ance Most of them had seen her. and
stared at Henry, in whose possession she
felt half pride and half shame.
''Well, let's CO." she said, uneasily.
.sThis ain't mucl fun. Won think SoP Td
Just as lief rs lief do something else" She
looked toward the gayer portion of the
grove hankeringly, and they walked away
together, again arm in arm, for no other
possibility occurred to Henry now; the af-
tirmation of the Disciple school still sound
ing:
"Well sing as we walk ON the golden
strand,
By-and-by by-and-by."
The great heat of the day struck through
the groves branching roof Men mopped
their heads and took off their coats, and
elderly women, flushed or pale of face, sat
down everywhere and famed themselves
with their bonnets, only half realizing
pleasure.
Henry and Miss Scott went toward the
region of the relreshment stands
''Well, I'm hungry a'readyl' she said,
eying them. ''Im most always hungry;
ma says | eat all the time. Some o. that
ice-cream wouldn't taste bad, would itf
Pm most roasted. Amt wont"