Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1890-06-05
said: and fear was scornful OF Dor


should walk in the garden; l agreed,
Before a fortnight passed l was mad
lv in love with Dorothy. was dis
tractedly happy when in her compa-
ny. But felt some little uneasiness
because of the Rev Arthur Jones and
the white cat. l had watched the
reverend gentleman carefully. He
was bright, happy faced young
cleric, and his behavior left
no sort of doubt in my
mind that he loved Dorothy. And
his high spirits seemed a proof to me,
either that be had wonithe lady or
fully expected.to do so. Scarcely a
night passed without my dreaming
of him or the cat. In one of my |
dreams ] saw an ancient Sybil warn |
ing me with outstretched finger to
beware of the white cat, and as |
gazed, fascinated, at the animal, the
torn of its countenance waschanged,
and | saw the curate's face, wreatheu
in a triumphant smile.
Time sped rapidly away. l went
with Dorothy to picnics and garden
parties; took her for drives. walks
and rides; boatcd with her. played
tennis with her, and listened to her
singing. regnincd my health, and
lived in an Elvsium. | determined
that my vacation should not close
without Il question and an answer
mine the question. Dorothy the an
swer. l loved her: did she love me?
suffer from an embarrassing defect
of constitution, can talk to the be-
wigged solemnities on the bench with
out n quickening of pulse, but with
ladies, if ever wished to go beyond
mere society talk, l become nervous
and confused and stammer painfully.
Although had made up my mind to
ask Dorothy my question, day after
day slipped by, and it was unasked.
The last day OF my visit came. l
was to leave by the last train at 10
o'clock. IpaSsed the day with Dor
othy, but said no word to her of
what was on my heart. Dinner time
came. and still ] said nothing. Lady
Pownceby, after declaring that she
would forego her nap on this my
last evening, went to sleepin the draw
ing-room while Dorothy and l sat
in our favorite sents by the window.
She had some needle-work, but not
n stitch did she make. had a book,
but not a word did read. The dog
cart WIS to be at the door at q quar-.
ter-past 8; it was now half-past s.
care you sorry your holiday is
over?" Dorothy asked.
Every" l said laconically.
Another silence!
"Will you have much work to do
when you get home?" she said.
II hope So"
Silence again!
"You will forget all about US.
"Never"
A quarter to 8!
! was in q dreadful state. l was
hot and cold by turns. could not
sit still
Nine o'clock!
Still l had not asked my question
Many times had opened my mouth
, to begin; then something seemed tc
grip my throat, and l could not ut
ter word.
: Five minutes past 8.
7 was in agony! ! looked out o
the window; took out my watch;
played with the chain: crossed anC
! uncrossed my legs; l blurted out
"Are you sorry l am going?"
, "Of course. You have been very
pleasant company
Z, l thought she spoke coldly, ant
7 saw again t he metamorphosis of ca,
, into curate.
{ MAY hope that you would b.
pleased to see me again."
: ooh, yes!"
Silence!
I Ten minutes past 81
"Dorothy!"
"Yes?"
:, "Will you-can you-are you en-
4 gagged to the curate?"
n ooh, no! How absurd!'
= "Can you-will you-do you
would you like to be married."
9 IL don't know" she laughed.
would you-could you-Doroth.
y Il must tell you-"
J, S-s-s-s-sh. A prolonged his
startled us both. had come clos
), TO DOrOtny, ana my rlgnu mana wa
IS approaching hers. felt shar
u pain in my torefnger; and tn
u white eat flew out of the wiz
dow recess, glared and spat upo
{. me, and sprang into Dorothy
e. lap. stood up and cursed that ca
/ Dorothy uttered little cry; Lad
q. Pownceby awoke and said, "Dear nj
% Have been asleep" and servar
o. entered and said, "The dog cart
II waiting for Mr.. Oswald Jones"
Re had time only to see my boxt
IN carried out and to take a hurried far
It we'll of my hostess and her neice, ar
n. then l was driven away to the ST
a ton. And l had not asked my que
10 ton.
r For the next two months l devote