The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1890-06-08

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Col. Thorne," John Fletcher said, en-
treatingly.
Winifred stood up. "Aud / love him, "
she said, in low but distinct tone. She
met her fathers angry eyes unfinch-
ingly, though the color surge1 over
cheeks and brow at tie boldness of her
confession.
The colonel regarded her an instant
with 2 stony stare. You are a fool!
You are chiidr he exclaimed. furioUsly
mo, nay father said Winifred; i
am not foei; l am not a child"
The colonel Softened. "My little daugh-
ter" he said, with tren1ulous smile,
this is all ncnsense; q passing fancy; /
am not angry with you"
sit is no passing fancy" said Wini-
fred.
John Fletcher essaysd to speak, but
the colonel would net hear him.
"Ingrata!" he stor1n,ed. Would to
God you had died with a rebel bullet
IN your traitorous heart, or persisted out
there On the roadside, before you came
under my roof to TO me OF my child"
Winifred threw herself upon her IA
theirs breast and he folded his arms
around her.
"Oh, no! no. she cried "Bless him.
Bless him, Oh, my father: You know not
what you owe to him; for 1t was in car
ing so much for him that learned how
well love you, my father
do net tell me that, Winifred. Let
him leave my sight-my house"
But hear me FIRST, Col. Tforne,7 John
Fletcher entreated. 81 have right to
be heard"
Il viii not hear you, sir! Nothing you
can say VIII atone. N-hifred, 1 order
you TO tel him to 60 :"
No" said Wini ed, in a low bu:
steady voice. "If you send him away
you viii be sorry-forevcr."
''What: You threaten me!'' said the
colonel, angrily.
"No, no. love my dear father now
too well to threaten him. Winired an
swered, and the tears rose 20 her eyes.
"Buu"-
''Wheedling Is Eorser' the oolone'
burst forth, with unabated anger. I e
still held his arms around her, but thus
was rather to assert his right against
John Fletcher's,
But if you send him away Wini-
fred repeated.
"You would dare to follow him. the
colonel interrupted fercely, as he loos-
ened his clasp of her slight form.
This was near being word too much
for spirit as keen and unyieliing as b 8
own. Winifred's fac was deadly white,
but not from fear, when she replied, in
voice that did not falter, and with look
that did not waver-
whether l would follow him or not
there would be a difference, and you
would feel it. You would be sorry."
''Dor't reiterate this sentimental trash
to me, Winifred" cried the colonel, and
in his angry impatience hs threw her
from him. He did not mean to be rough, !
but he forgot, for the moment, that she
was lame; bat John Fletcher did IL
forget it, and so it came to pass that !
Col Thorne threw his daughter straight |
into her lovers arms!
that instant Winifred's angry father saw
that his cause was lost.
For Winifred's beautiful head rested !
against John Fletcher's heart; lis tuEnult- F!
uous throbs half frightened hev, but his |
strong arms held her. She was very
pale and her eyes were closed. but she I
smiled with supreme content
is she hurt" the colonel asked, in a |
tone Of horror.
Winifred opened her eyes and laughed. .
''No, not hurt" she said, and the color .
came again to her face. She stretched /
oYt her arms rs her father bent over /
hlr, and clasped him around the neck.
Nothing can make nae love you less,
dear father" she whispered. 'Ihe more
love him, the more must l l0re you"
The colonel sighed and turned away.
He could not bring himself, all at once,
to yield consent.
well! Welt -ubbe sho!' n1eralized old !
Gilbert. when we gifts ole hit amt no
Use wrastlin' b6ginst de headiness O
young folkses. Mawster, he tried hit,
IN he wTaStied pow'ful. He had less o
ne grace o SlFul III ut-.I arc IAall ever 1
zee; yit he is GvFan bout now wild one chile
married ter dam ez he amt choosened,
N Missy done PROMISED ter Yankee
what fit beginst the souf. En- de Curl
1usest part is, hit rarely doan seem ter
mex 40 speshul dif2urce; de Is ali settIod
Town ter be satisfied wild ono 'n'oder.
De mo- I studies de mo- hit 90 pear ter me
ie worr is rnosTy nade fur dem what
,omes after we is dRde en- GAVIN. What
you rekin, Glory-Ann?" he asked. afa-
bly,.
Il dOan rekin nothin', " returned Glory
Ann, ungraciopsly; y keeps my thoughts
er myself. OATS nay notion o man
GERS"
well. well!" the cd man said, with
Iubdued chUckle. Il gwan CT Missy.
Her manners amt so-puppeHdiklar,@ +
THF BID.
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