Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1889-11-13

IS, Inougn ner aunt might Or II ne old not
have to go home and dress-if she would
overlook the unconventional tie he had hated
himself for having put on that morningl
He thought she would, though he didn't
know about her aunt.
He did not care about her aunt, either,
only as regarded her weight and influence
with her.
But then he was certain, whenever he
could rouse himself to look the matter in
the face, that influence the most favorable
yea, and any amount of it-would avail
him nothing with-herl
Therefore he looked the matter in the face
as little as possible.
He brought up at his destination sharply,
and burst In at the door.
II there had been hindering rush of Gus
toners he knew he should have gone crazy.
He eyed girl with a pail of pickles scowl-
ingly, and cringed with imnatience as the
proprietor went to the cashiers desk with
her bill.
''Feefty from vun tollar, mees," he said,
with a certain politeness.
''rm late, Schwab," his caller broke in,
following him. "It doesn't inconvenience
YOUR
The shop-keeper smilingly shrugged.
sit wouldn't do me no hurt uf you all de
time stayed away" he declared jocularly.
Zach! it is de rent dot geeps US poor, We
storegeepers. Dot man moost be reech like
de Rothschild-eh, Mr.. Oliveri"
''Well, he's richer than you or l." Mr..
Oliver rejoined, taking a receipt from his
pocket-book.
He leaned against the desk while Schwab
went to the safe. A hat and jacket hung on
a nail near him.
His eyes remained fastened upon them
wonderingly; he turned to look respect
fully at the girl who wore things so much
like hers. The back of her head was
toward him; he thought the likeness fol-
lowed even here, and his interest was warm
ly aroused. He made a remark to her
about the weather.
There was blank pause when she had
turned to him.
He stammered her name and blushed for
his rudeness of amazement, and strove to
speak. But he only faltered fragmentarily.
''lt sounded like your voice. said Cor
nelia-she tried, with bewildered eyes, and
a humping heart, and trembling lips, to
smile-"but l couldn't believe it was you"
"And 1 couldn't believe it was you" he
said. ''It's mutual surprise"
He looked at her, eagerly smiling, through
the latticed wires that topped the desk
II was on my way" he added-"I was
hurrying tremendously to get to see you"
Il shall be going soon,' she said.
She held her head well up, though her
3hin quivered.
She felt ashamed that 1t should. He
would have known it sooner or later-she
would have told him; and why did she feel
1t somehow cruelty ridiculous that he should
find her thus?
But there was only a pleasant smile in his
eyes as he looked at her, and she went on
hurriedly. He was asking if he might not,
then, take her home, but she did not hear
him.
81 will tell you'll know you are wonder
ing" she said. 'But II thought you knew
l was poor, and"
She tried to be calmly deliberate as she
told him, and she was puzzled that she
should be so incoherent.
And she did not know why he should
keep on smiling, even when she accounted
for it all-even when she anxiously gave
him her motive-her long desire for self.
support and independence of charity"
She put it at its worst; at atleast, there was
no worse to come.
She did not look at him again. She did
not want to see how he looked after that
But he laughed explosively, pushing back
his hat to rub back his hair, with boyish ex
element.
81 didn't know that-that it is 'charity,'n
he said, breathlessly, trying to look over
the grating 81 didn't know it. needn't
stand quite in such awe of you any more,
need II If am poor lawyer who collects
rents after hours to help out, and goes
about on false pretsnses trying to make
good impression on people-certain people
trying to give them an effect of solid
wealth because of this awe and fear, and an
interest-a certain interest,""
The wires were too high He stopped to
the small oval change window.
''You couldn't take care of yourself" he
whispered, with mingling of scorn arc
exultation. you'll have to let me take
care of you"
He reached down her hat.
The shop-keeper came up with a roll of
bills for the agent. His round face broad
ened.
"Vy, you are ogwaintedF' he said, beam
ing.
The agent, joyously laughing, gave
brief explanation.
''She wouldn't suit you, Schwab," he con-
cluded. 'She doesn't know any thing about
keeping books or making change,n
'1 am sorry" Cornelia faltered.
She felt, with all the rest-the blissful
rest-ridiculously defeated.
She looked protestingly into her lovers
twinkling eyes. He took down her Jacket
and held it for her.
"What will your aunt-what will our
aunt-say to you!" he queried.
"She doesn't know it yet," Cornelia MUIR
INJURED. 81 telegraphed her that was de-
tained. She'll think I'm at Cousin Marys."
.'4tShe,ll never know r. he cried, with silent
hilarity.
Schwab, cheerfully uncomprehending
save for the main fact, waited for her at the
door with silver dollar and bow.
"I will pay, then, vad owe," he said.
"No, nol" cried Cornelia.
But her lover took it.
1--WE may need it," he said, drawing her
hand snugly through his arm. ''Or if we
manage to worry along without it, | shah
keep it as a souvenir. Saturday Night.