Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1890-09-04
NORA'S LOVERS.

<heir talents being wasted very sell
dom have any to waste say Nora,
her rosy lip curling disdaintully.
It is June; the hedges are gay with
mink roses and sweet with the per-
fume of cream. colored honey-suckle.
Slowly the girl walks through the
mingling clover, tall buttercups and
long grass. dropping sarcasms over
her shoulder to her companion, who
is compelled by the narrowness of
the path to follow behind. His long
male face is framed in fair hair, which
falls over his shoulders from under a
large hat that wants only ostrich
plumes to be a veritable Gainsbor-
Ough. He has large dreamy eyes,
and his face is as smooth us the
white hands which hold an open
beautifully bound volume with ms-
thetic liberality of margin.
Nora's tart remark is followed by
a silence which continues until the
poet clears his throat and rustles
lenf; then she halt..
II 90 hope" she says emphatical-
ly,"that you are not going to read
any more of that''
"Any more OF that" he questions,
with ominous calm. THAT what?"
Nora shrugs her shoulders and
pulls a buttercup.
1--WE have had our last QUARREL"
she declares, holding the yellow petals
against her hand.
Il hope SO, am sure" SAID he;
''mine is nature that needs repose
and calm.
cit is a nature wholly unsuited to
mine-of that l am sure! We are
entirely unsuited tor each other. l
like aman to be manly, and l could
mot be content with the prospect of
having to spend my life in watching
YOU write Swinburne-and water
verses and hearing you read them!'
"But," says the poet, raising his
brows, 81 cannot live without you!"
s'tWell, l couldn't live with you; so
there we are Mr.. Scrope.''
'.YOur aunt wishes it," he urges,
lin The snme low even tone.
''She is not the person most con-
-cerned. No; as l have already told
you, if ever marry at all, you are
not the man, or like the man. Why
can't you leave me alone? Why do
you go on prosecuting me?"
The.poet folds his arms and looks
at the lovely indignant little face.
do not be rash; you will find few
men as generous as |"
Nora, with laughter in her eyes
turns to look at him; but the pecu
liarity OF his expression checks heI
mockery. This time he has not
spoken in overween!ng vanity, but
with mysterious meaning. Under
her steady gaze of surprise fain'
tinge of color spreads over his face
81 should like to know exactl,
what you mcan," she says yer.
quietly, but with a danger signal il
each blue eye; will you be goot
enough to explain yourself.
SCTOpc uOcS AOU lcPIN, lC ceCIb
extremely uncomfortable, and force
nteeble. smile, Nora uncompromis
ing angry. faces him still.
s''I am neither old nor ugly" sh
tsays; "my parents were poor, bu
honest and we'll born; l am not rer
niless, thanks to my .godmothel
Pray where does your generOsit
come in?''
2 Mr.. Scope gazes blankiy into tn
distance and murmurs that he di
not mean anything.
$50 like you," says Nora, with
toss of the head; and, without al
other word, she resumes her wal
through the field to the low, gree
gate Of lawn, by the side of IL d.
lightful house with many window
overlooking sweet confusion {
fragrant flowers and shrubs.
At q window facing the green gat
stands. Il benign matron, supporte
-on either side by comely, health.
vigorous son.
"Thev come in one after the other
says Tom, the elder boy, as No,
and the poet approach. 'Shall
never cease TO WISH ILuU tHaC lliS
would cut his hair"
''He may do rs he pleases," sa.
Fred, IF he will leave off danglir
after Nora.
what is your objection to him.
the mother asks politely.
"Oh, l want Nora to marry ma
nota feeble imitation OF one-thous
indeed don't want her to marry
ALP
Nora has only the very fainte
recollection of her dead parents. s
has lived with her aunt SO long tn
sshe does not remember any 9th
home; and ever since she came s
has been the pet and playmate
the boys-ior they have no sister
and Nora has always been bewite
mo little maid