The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1891-04-09
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YES, out II you promise DeIOfe you go.
Only say-Will you?" A second darling"
came to his lips more easily than the first.
There were few endearments in Dicks
home or school life; he had to find them by
instinct. Dick took the little hand, black
ened with the escaped gas of the revolver.
II promise" she said, solemnly; "but if
care there is no need of promising"
tAnd do you care?" For the first time in
the past few minutes their eyes met and
spoke for them who had no skill of speech.
''Oh, Dick, don't! please don't 1t was
all right when we said good morning; but
now it's all different!" A1aomma looked on
from affair. He had seen his property
quarrel frequently but he had never seen
kisses exchanged before. The yellow sea-
poppy was wiser, and nodded its head APP
provingly Considered as kiss, that was
a failure but since it was the first, other
than those demanded by duty, in all the
world that either had given or taken, it
opened to them new worlds and every one
of them glorious, SO that they were lifted
above the consideration of any worlds at all,
especially those in which tea is necessary,
and sat still, holding each others hands and
saying not a word
ssYou can't forget now, said Dick at last.
There was that on his cheek that stung
more than gunpowder
II shouldn't have forgotten any how,
said Maisie, and they looked at each other
and saw that each was changed from the
companion of an hour ago to a wonder and
mystery they could not understand. The
sun began to set, and night wind
thrashed along the bents of the foreshore.
eve shall be awfully late for tea, said
Maisie. ''Let's go home"
''Let's use the rest of the cartridges first, /"
said Dick; and he helped Maisie down the
slope of the fort to the sea-a descent she
was quite capable of accomplishing at full
speed, Equally gravely Maisie took the
epifny hand. Dick bent forward clumsily;
Mai9ie drew her hand away, and Dick
blusf..eed:
''It's very pretty, he said. - -~--
"Pooh!" said Maisie, with a little laugh Of
gratifed vanity. She stood close to Dick as
he loaded the revolver for the last time and
fired across the sea with vague notion at
the back of his head that he was protecting
Maisie from all the evils in the world. A
puddle far across the mud caught the
last rays of the sun and turned it into a
wrathful red disk. The light held Dicks
attention for moment, and as he raised his
revolver there fell upon him renewed
sense of the miraculous, in that he was
standing by Maisie, who had promised to
care for him for an indefinite length of
time till such date as A gust of the
growing wind drove the girls long black
hair across his face as she stood with her
hand on his shoulder calling Amomma "a
little beast, and for moment he was in
the dark-a darkness that stung. The
bullet went singing out to the empty sea.
"Spoilt my aim," said he, shaking his
mead. ''There aren't any more cartridges;
we shall have to run home" But they did
not run. They walked very slowly, arm in
arm. And it was matter of indifference to
them whether the neglected Amomma, with
two pin-fre cartridges in his inside, blew up
or trotted beside them; for they had come
into golden heritage and were disposing of
it with all the wisdom of all their years.
And shall be" quoth Dick, valiant
ly. Then he checked himself: 81 don't
know what shall be, I don't seem to be
able to pass any exams, but I can make
awful caricatures Of the master Ho! ho"
'Be an artist, then" said Maisie. "You're
always laughing at my trying to draw; and
it will do you good"
''I'll never laugh at anything you do" ne
answered. ''I'll be an artist, and I'll do
things"
Artists always want money, don't they:"
give got hundred and twenty pounds
year of my own. My guardians tell me I'm
to have it when [ come of age. That will
be enough to begin with"
'Ah, I'm rich" said NTaisie. GIVE got
three hundred year all my own when Pm
twenty-one. That is why Mrs. Jennett is
kinder to me than she is to you I wish,
though, that had somebody that belonged
to me-iust father or a mother"
''You belong to me" said Dick, flor ever
and ever"
"I know 1 do It's very nice" She
squeezed his arm. The kindly darkness hid
them both, and, emboldened because he
could only just see the profile Of Maisie's
cheek with the long lashes yelling the gray
eyes, Dick at the front door delivered him
self of the words he had been boggling over
for the last two hours.
''And love you, Maisie," he said, in
whisper that seemed to him to ring across
the world-the world that he would to-
morrow or the next day set out to conquer.
There was a scene, not, for the sake of
discipline, to be reported, when Mrs.
Jennett would have fallen upon him, first
for dlsgraceful unpunctuality, and secondly
for nearly killing himself with forbidden
weapon.
81 was playing with it and it went off
by itself" said Dick, when the powder
pocked cheek could no longer be hidden,
shut if you think you're going to lick me
you're wrong. You are never going to touch
me again. Sit down and give me my tea.
! You can't cheat Us out of that, anyhow"
Mrs. Jennett gasped and became livid.
I Maisie said nothing, but encouraged Dick
with her eyes, and he behaved abominably
all that evening. Mrs. Jennett prophesied
an immediate judgment Of Providence and
/ descent into Tophet later, but Dick walked
in Paradise and would not hear. Only
when he was going to bed Mrs Jennett re-
covered and asserted herself. He had bid
den Maisie good night with down-dropped
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