The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1890-05-01

Such a mixture of innocence and forwardness;
of simplicity, beauty, Stiffness and recklessness,
he had never seen or dreamed Of
Were going!" he repeated, half angrily.
"Who said anything about your going2"
"Why, Will" she said, her poutng red
under lip quivering, as baby's docs when lt
is about to weep; you'll take me, won't your
II won't cost you much, will it2 oh, I'm crazy
to see New York-always have been
81 believe you're crazy altogether he re-
turned, with sigh of anxiety, "Of course
won't take you 20 New York"
"Why not2" she asked, beginning to whim-
per
sharply.
II don't sec why" she urged " l amt your
first cousin, as that woman said; but we're a
kind Of relations, aint weH"
For heavens sake!" he calculated, how
do you make that out?"
AT any rate. we viii be when you're married
20 Miss Abby Morton"
The sound of the name struck him like the
flick of whip lash. Never had an hour passed
since this unfortunate adventure began, that
he had not thought of his highminded-his
loving betrothed. How, in the name of all the
powers was this extraordinary freak to be sat
isfactorily explained to Abigail? Nothing but
his knowledge of her intense love for him, and
the certainty of his influence over her, quioted
into which he had been drawn.
What do yen suppose Miss Abby and Mr..
Morton will do when you return to them alter
this AFFAIR."" he asked, gravely.
"Oh!" replied the girl, tossing her head
petulantly -" the same old thing, of course.
She'll lecture me on the necessity of perform
ing the Christians duties. and the old man will
get red as "A turkeycock, and say he'll turn me
out Of the house the next time, sure. He's al
ways preaching about my inherited tendencies.
You may take my head for football II know
what he means. Is that something in the bank
that I've inherited? Miss Abby's got some
thing in the bank that she inhcrted. If it's
money I wish 10 goodness they'd give it to me.
if had money to pay my way, you'd take me
! 10 New York with you tonight, wouldn't you,
! WHY"
II couldn't prevent your going. but /
wouldn't take you," he muttered, throwing
himself into the rocking chair despondeuty.
Well now. look here" said Clara assuming
a confidential manner, and lowering her voice
| until il fell 10 an almost iHaudible whisper;
! You take mo TO New York and foot my bills
for a week. and I'll pay yOu back. can make
money; I've made money beiore-secrctly-
aud can do { again"
How can you make money secTetly2" he
/ asked, surprised and uneasy.
! She looked around the room to assure herscli
/ that the doors closed; even went so far as
] ihe hail. 3nd p"eTed curlousiN ABOUT. linen n
If satisfied Of the absence Of .droppers, sh
/ whispered:
Sewing for families Now don't you ever
1 breathe that will you? Old Morton wouldn't
! hear of my doing for other people, if he knew
/ it. ] sew after ] 90 TO my room nights, and
! ha! ha! hal" she giggled joyously, "onee
went away
AND STAYED THREE DAYS,
sewing for a farmers wife that lives ten miles
out Of Thebes Got IS cents day and my
/ keep-good keep too-and any amount of milk
/ love milk ! bought my lace hat with the
money / earned. | told Abby of the
| Sunday school teachers made present o
/ it; but that was whopper."
Ii you told her one whopper, perhaps you
I may be telling me another
Ugh, you mean old thingl" exclaimed The
/ little witch, laughing and pouting in the most
] hewilderinFly fascinating manner. oh, say
/ Will Chapman" she went on. seating herSel
/ familiarly on the broad arm Of the big Shaker
! rocking chair which ho occupied. and smiling
~ him in a wheeling way. won't you tak'
/ me to York long with yoa2 l'il earn money
! TO pay you hack-l'll sew every uight-say
I won't your oh. do"
She al Faured her lovely face toward his, in
! cessautiy repl ating her petition, until. withou
any response on his part, she came within Gloss
. kissing distance.
Then he kissed her.
The doors communicating with the back
parior slid open with grating noise, ant
abigail Morton stood before them.