Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1890-03-07

| you passionately."
He tried 10 grasp her hands, bat .lre
drew them away, sayilg excitedly
And this is your s-atest fault you
| loved me tonderly / might trust you; but
ynu love me, as y"d aA, rassionatrly. and
have seen that of all traps and pitfalls this
! this is the greatest Talk oi the tedate ia
diable of girls that fits almAst with the
bridal flowers, that Is delusiou compared
with the passion of men; aud yet in ehoos-
ing freedom rather than binding ones self
to delusion, you need not tell me that /
! choose what is only negative. 1t is SO dis
couraging. You have such hopeless faults;
and shall never like any other man than
you, Jacob, know; and SO I shall mover
marry"
eyes, but | am not like that | know
that l shall marry" he said, watching the
girls face closely 1T seems to me now
as if should not but am only man,
masculine, as you say. As long as ] am
very busy | may keep up, but sometimes
they say it is not quite wholesome in those
ranches, and one is exposed to wind and
weather I might be i'll; and then when |
am homesick and lonely some good West
| ern girl will take care of me, perhaps like
me, even me. For her | might not have
so many faults. She would not he so clev-
er as you, or have got things down SO fine;
and she wouldn't know, poor thing what
a tissue of faults is covered by my unfur-
tunate name, that sounds 50 homely and
simple and good So being sick and lone
ly and wretched, and grateful to her. I
know that | should be weak enough to
marry her / know that / should"
'Yes," said Mlicent, throwing down
beside her the bouquet of sweetbrier, with
passionate gesture, that's just what a
mans love means. l shall he So glad that
didn't marry you, when hear of throw
ing yourself away on some wild Western
girl that any man of refinement would
shudder to think OF rs his wife. | didn't
believe it of YOU and she ran down the
steps Of the porch into the garden.
Jacob was up il All instant aud
followed her, but she ran from
him swiftly, leaping over the flower
beds and speeding across the grass,
slim and active as a nymph, her pink dress
telling white in the soft light of the sum
mer night. IL had almost caught mp with
her when he stumbled and fell over the
protruding loot of an old tree. She llee-
ing breathless, came suddenly upon her
father and mother, who, having ret turning
from their drive, had alighted from the
carriage at the gate, aud walked across
the lawn. They stood now hand in hand,
looking up in the sky at the new crescent
moon-a charming picture of the sweet
companionship of loving souls, who. un-
conscious of the passing OF the years, find
their own youth in all the promises OF ma
ture
Millicent stood and looked at them, with
sudden tears yelling up into her eyes
They turned and saw her, just as Jacob
came up, somewhat confused at the new
situation.
Mrs. Fuller spoke first. Why, Milh
cent, is Mr. Raus hereY | thought he had
gone"
why, yes, Jacob, We thought you had
gone" said Mr.. Fuller, with an unexpected
sympathy in his heart for his old friends
son, awakened by Mrs. Fuller's treating
him as a stranger in calling him Mr. Raus.
The good gentleman had felt 10 sympathy
whatever for him ON account of Millicent's
refusal. 1t had appeared to him a great
impertinence that he should propose to
take his daughter so far away.
Jacob stood silent Millicent took her
fathers hand and, throwing one arm
around his neck, kissed him. This action,
which conveyed nothing but his daugh
ters affection for himself to the old gen
tleman's mind, explained the whole situa-
tion to Mrs. Fuller, who was not unpre
pared when her daughter, turning to her
clasped her III her arms and said:
Eyes, dear mamma, Jacob is here; and
when he goes | go with him. l have pro-
missed to be his wife, and you, who know
what is is will be the last of all to deny
me that companionship which makes you
forget even from your children"
Jacob was more surprised than any one.
He never knew how it had came about he
only knew that he must have been very
much improved by marriage, or his wife
grown very lenitent; for no man ever suf
fered less from fault finding than he, and
the West was to him IA wilderness that
blossomed like the rose.-ScriJHer' Mag
d=iHe.