Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1891-04-10
HOW | SAID "YES.'
by AMELIA e. BARR.

My godfathers and my godmotherS in
my baptism called me "Olive," and they
lived TO be heartily ashamed of themselves
for it, for never was their child with a
mbre mistaken name. A belligerent state
was my normal condition. do not re-
member my nurses, but l have grace
enough to pity them. The mildest of my
teachers considered me 'unruly," and
you can ask Geoffrey what he thought of
me year ago. Now it is different. |
have found my master, and 1 believe |
rather like it. This is how it came
about:
Godfrey had asked me three times to
marry him, and three times l had said
"No," in the most decided manner.
But that never made the least difference
to him. He only laughed and said /
would know my own mind better next
time.
~ suppose, said, ''you mean to ask
me once quarter2"
''Is that enough?"
'Too often, great deal, sir!"
swell, then, we will say once in six
months, Miss Olive"
And then he walked. smilingly away,
and began some nonsensical talk with
father about Doctor Koch and his be-
wildering theories.
This last asking was just at the begin
ming CT warm weather, and father, who
thought Geotfrey's opinion infallible,
asked him where he would advise us to
go for the summer.
had made up my mind to go to Long
Branch and said so, very distinctly; but
Geoffrey proposed some out-oft e-way
place in the Virginia mountains. Then
he painted it in such glowing colors that
nothing would satisfy father but per-
sonal investigation. 1t was all Godfrey S
doing, and told him so at the railway
station.
''It is your doing, sir" said, "and
I shall remember you for it."
"Thanks, Olive" he replied; "there
is nothing 1 fear but forgetfulness.
wanted to speak unmistakably to him,
but the train moved, and | felt that il
would be only waste material.
At the end of the second day we got to
our destination. 1t was pretty place ]
must acknowledge that. Nature had
done all she could for it, but art and
civilization had passed it by. The men
were simply "frights, and the women
were-well, none too good for the men.
The houses were log-cabins, through
which daylight peeped and the wind blew
as it listed. But there was, of course, 6
big white hotel-there always is. have
10 doubt if we had gone to Stanley Falls
or Guthrie we should have found hotel
and proprietor-the institution IS ubi-
quitary. We procured rooms, and my
trunks were, with some difficulty, got W
the hill and the flight of wooden steps
into the hall.
az suppose, said, with resigned
look at father, ''there is no use in taking
them upstairs. l can have no use for m.
dresses here?"
''As you like, Olive" he replied, il
one of his meek and mild ways; "as yot
like, dear; that gray thing you have OF
looks pretty well, and it does not shov
the dirt"
After this remark, of course, Il had ever,
trunk, bonnet-box and satchel taken up
stairs; and the noise and confusion, an(
| even the occasional bad word their siz'
! and weight called forth, were quite CRATE
full to me.
''It is not my fault" l explained. 81
{ people will build stairs like corkscrews,
am not responsible"
In this amiable mood we took posses
sion, and think, if Geoffrey had knowl
what ] was thinking about it, as did VI
my hair and put on my white evening
dress, he would have lost a tri6e of hi
self-complacency-that is, if men eve
do lake loss of that kind. The frs
thing that pleased me was the supper
Il really was good, particularly the Der
ries and cream, which are specialt
with me.
''But, SIR Inquired, "are there an.
Christians here besides ourselves"
"It is to be hoped SO, Olive. l saw
little church in the valley"