Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1890-06-05
ONE AMONG A HUNDRED.

UNI AMUNd A hUHUhtU.
Amy, thar Gums Hugh Peterson
down the lane. Jes' run in and put on
yorc blue calikcr. I'll talk long wi him
till vo, Gums out"
The speaker tall, dark-cyed, elder
~ woman, addressed gentle-faced
girl of about 20 who was gathering
bouquet of roses by her side.
1t was winter. but in Florida roses
are especially fine in December, and
Amy Wilson had the rarcst collection
in the country.
She turned slowly toward her mother
adding bud here and there to her
basket, already piled, as she did so.
No, mother. This dress looks well
enough, and | cannot entertain him this
afternoon. promised to carry this
basket of flowers to Lena Pratt, to help
decorate the church tomorrow and she
will wait for me-"
Il do b'lceve yo' got no grain o
sense, Amy WilSon-'o turn yore back
on Il good-lookin' wcll-to-do young fell
low like Hugh Peterson! To jcs' snub
him straight long! declar', yo' .vex
me-" with frown on her unusually
placid brow, rs she looked scarchingly
into the fair face of the girl before her.
Amy laughed. and tapped her loving
IL upon the cheek with brown, but
slender fingers.
He is almost here, mother, and
will 20 in and slip out the back way.
You can make excuses for me, for in
decd | cannot disappoint Lena
And she was gone before her mother
could add a word
The day was perfect, and, walking
through the understanding pines, Amy
sighed COntentcdly. The pleasant green
of the woods never framed a sweeter or
fairer picture than she made, with her
| basket of roses on her arm and her
decp-gray eyes turned drcamily upon
| the familiar prospect around her.
Herparents belonged to the cracker
caste, but they were thrifty and indus
trouS and had given their children the
best advantages their means afforded.
Amy, being tine youngest and best
| beloved. had Jared even better than her
brothers and sisters, and was regarded
in the nGiGhborhood as quite prodigy
in the way OF learning and accomplish.
mentS.
J At the foot of an immense pine tree
she paused, and pressing her hand
carc>smGly over some rude letters
carved upon the trunk, she whispered;
True till DEATH That was his
promise. will never doubt you, Rob,
nor give my heart to another. What
does it matter that I have not hearC
from YOU for two years? When yor
have made II home for me, however
humble you will claim me, and l car
waltz
All, Hugh Peterson, could you have
seen her tender eyes moment ago
you would not rein in your horses Sc
confidently, as You reach her side, no.
so hastily dismount and take masterfu
possession of her basket of roses!
She looked up into his really hand
some. manly face, and said coldly:
"Why did You come? | told yo,
yesterday that | should not be at home.
You always tell me that" smiling
down upon her with tender eyes. II
| waited for an invitation from you.
should never see you. But your mothe
is my friend, and your father, too; an,
with them on my side, shall not de
spair. Are you made of stone that yol
care so little for my lovc?' sudden pas
sion upon his face and breaking tire
mulously through his voice.
Before she could answer, he added
hastily;
No, will not listen to what yor
say, for / know you mean to snub NJ
as usual. | believe | can win YOU il
spite of your GOODNESS, and | shall neve
give YOU up until see you married t
another"
She turned her eyes full upon him.
Your hope is vain. You will no
believe me?' earnestly solemnly
You know why | cannot love you
Why waste your heart and time upol
me?n
Because know how girls change.
laughing lightly, land because know
am more fitted to make your life com
Portable and happy than Rob Stewart.
With his broad acres, prosperou
store, and beautiful home, it was n,
wonder he was sure of success.
He loved her ardently and tcnderly
and she was the only girl who had eve
looked upon his handsome, laughin!
face with GOODNESS.
OF course this piqued him, and as sh,
was the first woman he had ever careC
to win for his wife, he would not easil,
give her up.
At his last words she threw up hel
head proudly.
IF we are to be friends at all. yOI
must not speak in that tone of Rob"
Very well. meant no disrespect
for Rob is IA fine fellow, if he is unfor
tunate in business. His folks are blu,
about him, for they haven't heard from
him for over year, and they are sur,
he is in trsuble."
Amy sighed softly, but answered, res
olutely:
He win come back some day ant
surprise them. You will all feel sorr,
then that you talked about and doubted
him."
Hugh Peterson, being an adroit a
well as an earnest lover, left no mean
untried by which his ladys favor nigh
be gained.
He organized picnic, to be held il
the lovely oak grove which gave hi
beautiful home The Oaks - it
name. hoping that close inspection o
the fine old place might aid him in win
ming Amy's regard.
He could not believe her insensibl
TO the desIre~- present in the heart o
every girl of being the loved an,
honored mistress OF perfectly ay