The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1890-10-11
4 FARMERS Wife.

VI never saw such lovely woods in all
mylite" said Kate Bieasingtoa. "Win.
terSreen md Hlender.stemmed wild.
flowers, and gray, old, fallen logs hidden
in ferns, and merry little twinkling
brooksl And Charley has showed me
where there is an ice.cold spring under
the rocks, anda cave where the Indians
used to hide in Revolutionary times"
Mrs. Dag2ett looked up at the lovely
young thing, in her cool, rustling mus.
Inns, and the slender gold chain around
her white throat. She "took stock" so
to speak, oil the dazzling blue eyes and
the hair that was like cloud OF crinkly
gold, and tho pure red.and white com.
plexion. And she thought OF honest,
sun.burned Charley ut work In the up
land grass lots, and the conviction
pressed more deeply than ever upon her
mind that II was not fairly.natched
contest between her grandson and her
city boarder.
ibid you ever read the fable OF the
Boy and the Frogs, Miss Blcssington ?"
said she. - ..-.G ~,
Haven't II" retorted Kate, with a
laugh. "Half dozen times ut least.
But why do you ask?"
Because" said Ms. Daggct., "what
was fun to the boys was death 10 the
frogs"
"What nonsense" cried Kate, "as II l
meant anything"
That's just it," naid Mrs. Daggett.
You don't mean any thing, but Charley
does! Charley 10 in earnest about every
thingw -
"Does no really dare to imagine that
would" ~. n.s. d
"Stop n minute, my dear, stop a min.
ute" interposed the old lady, whose
knitting needles had never for q single
moment abated their clicking. "What
is he to Imagine. when you seek his so.
ciety, take pleasure in his companion
ship, and put forth all your attractions
to charm him."
because DO like him." said Kate.
"And he loves youw
Hates lip quivered; the deep carminc
rushed into her cheek.
II like him" said Kate. "Oh, ever 80
much! Butt never can be Il farmers
wife!" -
"There are people in the world worse
oil than farmers wiyep," said Mrs.
Daggett.
Kate Blessington went slowly across
the wide hall, where the two hundred
year old Antwerp clock licked like the
fall OF ghostly footsteps. At the same
moment Charley Daggett came in; a
tall, sunburned Apollo, with dark, spark
ling eyes and rich, brown complexion
like Spaniard's.
"See what I have found up in the |
ields," said he. "Just in time to escape |
The scythe! a nest OF young robins, |
which somehow had fallen from the |
.rees."
"Oh, the dear, dear little things"
,ried Kate, her blue eyes gliltering, her
lamask cheek laid softly against the cal
ow nestlings.
II thought you would like to see
.hem," said Charley. And then, in a
second, he took both her hands, birds |
lest and all, in his, swayed by sudden |
BURST OF impulse.
"Kate," cried he, II love you. Oh! |
ny dearest, you must have known it |
ong ago." -,
But she pulled her hands Indignantly
away from him.
"How dare you speak SO to me, Mr.. |
Daggett?" said she. And the next in. |
slant she was gone.
Charley Daggett looked after her with
l panied and Bewildered face, like one |
who has received a mortal wound. While |
up in her own room Kate Blessington
BURST into passion OF tears, whether of
pain or Of pleasure, she could hardly tell. |
~ liked him so much" she sobbed out. |
oh, l did like him SO auckland, now
But the idea oil his daring 10 tell me
hat he loved me! III 20 home to.mor.
row." .-