Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1890-04-10

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want her to go out with the Corey boys,
and she likes amusement. So take
her. But I'm not in love with her and
she's not in love with me-
Reuben looked relieved, but not
convinced.
Does she know about Lilie:'
No, but Id just AS soon she did. ]
am to be married in the spring.
That 50 2 cried Reuben, with de-
lighted smile.
They shook hands heartily.
80 you needn't trouble yourself to be
Jealous Of me- declared Bob, nodding
PLEASANTLY. why in the world don't
You ask her to 60 to meeting, and to the
literary with you? shan't stand IN
your way.
On, she wouldn't
How do you know 2
She never has word to say to me-.
AS far rs I've seen, you never have
a word to say to her You are dumb
as an oyster when you meet her. And
l notice you ha, dly ever ask her to
dance. What you need. Reuben, is
nerve +
Reuben laughed, thrnsting his hands
deep down in his overcoat pockets.
Perhaps so!' n,
Tell yoa what, sad Bob, suddenly
struck with An inspiration, "yon 60 to
the literary tonight and take Sylvia.
II with gasp.
You We can fix it IN this way:
will call and tell her that | have to 90
to Grassland tonight, and that vou will
take her in my stead How's that
Reuben had grown radiant.
'Grand--for me. But she, stammer-
ing sadly, she wouldn't like it,
Try, suggested Bcnham. dryly.
Some further conversation they had
on the subject. Then they separated.
And Renben's heart was lighter and
more hopeful than it had been for many
q day.
The crowd melted away. The town
street was deserted Dark and cold the
night closed in. When capped, coated
and nuillad, Reuben nassett jumped
INTO his cutter and drove off IN the
direction Of the Mcrigold's. his pulse
We're beating rapidly. How would she
receive him? Would she bo angry and
refuse to go?
But Sylvia, calmly dressing in her
own little nest Of Il room, up under the
caves Of the old farm house, had 40
thought Of being angry, and no inten-
tion of refusing to go.
Jingle. iangle jingle
She was just completing her toilet
when she heard the CHEEKY soAnd. She
stood on tip toe and glanced at herself
in the mirror, a black bound and
ancient piece Of furniture, which. truth
to tell, gave back a rather distorted
reflection of the pretty young face con-
sulting it. But Sylvia was acquainted
with It's peculiarites, and never unre-
servedly accepted its verdict. Now she
nodded gayly to the wsvy countenance
confronting her,
"You looh very nice, Sylvia" she
SAID
She was trim and slim, and dark
haired, with short curls clustering
around the white forehead, and bright,
sweet, bruno little face. And in her
best dress of crimson cashmere. all
trimmed with silver braid, she certainly
did look quite picturesqe and charming.
'sylvisr = called her mother.
'Coming' she cried.
She pulled on her jacket, tied on her
white zephyr hood, and catching up her
mttens, ran down the steep stairway to
the kitchen. Ten minutes later she was
out beside the sleigh, where, in agony
of diffidence and delight, Reuben Bas-
sett waited. He sprang out, hel ped her
in. Then the feam trotted briskly Oft.
jingle ]angle jingle
| There vas no sound for q while
Reuben felt himself relapsins into his
usual nervous silence. He made he
roc attempt at conversation.
1T is beautiful night, he said.
His voice sounded husky and strange
to himself. This was his first drive.
first real tetea tete with a girl he low
ed.
1T is o she cried, with a silvery laugh
Now think it's RAJ her cold and clark ?
This was rather discouraging. What
Reuben wondered rather dpjectedly,
would Bob nave said next:
'The-moon vii! be up pretty soon,
he murmured.
How horribly fa9t the horses were