Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1890-09-20

"You must be grolcing deliTtOLS again,
Mr.. Forester"
Here he began to revolve in his mind
the subject Of a reward.
"Confound Selwyn's prider' he said to
himself. Il know girls-there are thou
sands of things that they want, and
am going to find out what she would
like"
His reflections were interrupted by the
entrance of jamie herself, with her hands
full of early wildfowers. which she laid
on stand at his side.
How well you look" he exclaimed
half enviously do you know, Miss
jamie. the doctor says that have trou-
bled you long enough. and he means to
take me away to his house tomorrow"
jamie stood as if turned to marble,
while the color slowly drifted out of her
face.
Harry Forester looked up, expecting a
reply, and was struck with pity at her
expression.
do sit down." he said, land let US
talk a little" He reached for chair
and she dropped into it.
Are you sorry to be rid Of your trou-
blesome charge, Miss Janie?'
"Yes," she said. MY life has been so
different Of late; but is all over now, and
there will never be any change again"
''Oh, don't think that; am sure 1
hope that you will be very happy"
Her eyes were downcast, and as he
looked at her ne was for the first time
struck by the statuesque beauty of her
face and form, and he began to wonder
= Ii alter All slr5 were not the disguised
princess of some fairy story! His
thoughts found expression: 81 h5pe you
will pardon me. Miss jamie, but haven't
you seen better days?'
NO" she answered. 81 never saw any
better days than these, and never shall
see any better. There is no romance
about me, Mr.. Forester, am not even
a founding. My father is a machinist
and works in Orquay. We live out here
because it is cheaper. We own this
little place, and the boys run wild in the
woods except when there is school"
"You have Il school them" he asked, at
loss what to say.
''Oh, yes: two miles over the bluffs
there is 4 schOolhouse and a sort of
school, three months in winter and three
IN suCHner: i am going to teach it this
snlnner--oaa doesn't heed to know much
TO teS,cn H.
But shouldn't you like to go to col
lege or something? You see, Miss jamie.
owe yon 4 great debt; you saved my
life, yoa know
OF course" she answered, and if it
had Daga my lJ5ie Scotch terrier would
have Jumped right il rather than have
had nina drown. could have caught on
20 '4e braces u the bridge and climbed
out el- E e,sl.,-cA. Of course it was q
hard pui. yoa were 50 heavy and nearly
frozen. but j, IS nothing to make a fuss
about As % Nursing you, it might as
well be you a. anyone else. Some of the
ueigh6ors age always sick. and l am al
ways weit and take care of them a
sood Gaai. Z, keeps me from thinking
aboat myself.
Bat why saonlfH't you think about
yourself Eou could not think of any
thing else h4if - lovely"
Il woald ratA4r think about anv one
else. she a. -ered, without betraying
by look or s!ni.e that she noticed his bit
W fattary. Il a1n not very happy
perhaps | should like to have a house
hike Mr.. Gran ey's up on the bluffs. |
lnean that aaaCii Ike for father and
mother to haze oae. They have pretty
carpet on al the doors, and so many
pictures, ana books. and lace curtains as
Inc as spider webs, and a piano. Then
the girls have beautiful dresses, and a
great garden full Of flowers, and so many
pets. You see, Nj. Grantley owns nearly
all the country around here"
As she spoke thought was busy in the
young mans brain. How easiIv ba
conld take her to home which would
sooN to her as beautiful as a dream Of
Paradise. He tried to imagine how she
tFould look dressed as he could dress
her, but the vision of the fairy in rose
tulle who could waltz SO divinely fitted
across his mental vision and he came
down to reality again
shall build you house here on tbe
Sender. Miss jamie, and fill it full Of
pretty things
Your she exclaimed, with a ouicb
change to the aspect of an insulted
queen. "You build me house! You
must be growing deliricus again, Mr..
Forester.
81 tell you / want to reward you 70,
saving my life. and you look as if
wanted to murder you," ne replied.
81 have told you that did nothing fol-
you that wouldn' have done for a decent
dog. l wanted something to do, and ]
think God sent me work. hope he vii
send me more, although / want no one
to suffer; yet if there must be work like
that to do l want to do it, or cam
live"
Harry Forester resorted to man1
usual refuge and declared to himself tina