Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1891-08-06
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With his left hand clasping her
right hand across the roadway they
walked slowly along toward the house
OF the paternal Sanford. 1t was get
ting really dark, but the interest OF
the schoolmaster in his demonstration
did not flag. He still unrolled Tom
my Flanders Irvine as he went
"Mr. Walker"
MARY, my name is Hiram"
Dead silence.
Don't let 60 OF my hand yet
Nary
Don't you think. Mr.. Walker--"
"My name is Hiram"
ut doesn't seem quite-respectful-
for me to call you--Hiram," she said
in low tone.
The whole fabric of science came
perilously near being overturned again.
but Hiram, by great effort, kept on
his own side Of the road.
Il am your teacher, MY am your
teacher Mary. how he fingered
over the syllables of that sweetest of
names!-'and if tell you to call me
Hiram. out of school. you know, it is
perfectly respectful and all right
"Well-Hiram-do you think it
would be impossible for us to go on
walking in this way forever?'
1T is getting to be most awfully
difficult already, admitted Hiram, Ito
go on any longer in this way"
IL don't mean"
besides. the string is giving out :"
Then doesn't that prove-the
string isn't quite all gone yet, is it?"
No." said Hiram, stepping back
reluctantly to his own side OF the road.
Doesn't it prove-Hiram-that the
two lines as matter Of fact, would
e-together-some time, no mat
ter what science says?"
She was walking quite slowly now,
as if impressed by the alarming posi-
bility that the string might give out at
any moment.
NOR There was a ring of triumph
in his voice. Come over on this side
of the road, Mary"
He had not let go of her hand. The
statement may seem supertluOus, but
it is necessary to the accuracy of detail
inseparable from the narration of the
processes involved in scientific en-
pertinent. He drew her over to his
side of the roadway.
The track you have been walking
on. Mary" he whispered, lis still
there. Tommy Flanders kite string
is still here. The two lines are APP
preaching each other, but they never
will coincide. Don't step back
please"
MIR. Walker,-''
Hiram
"Well-Hiram," she said demurely
lis he-demonstration tinished?"
mot quite"
He dropped the stick from which he
had unwound the last of the Irvine.
1t interfered possible with the free
dom of his gestures.
Not quite. my own dear Mary.
The proposition-don't take your
hand away. darling-will not be
demonstrated to my entire satisfac-
ton until you have promised that our
two lives that have been approaching
each other for a long time-you know
IL, UOu $ou!-suttil COlIlc tOScJucr-
lin spite of science?"
Never mind science just now"
But look at that kite string"
Hiram looked. Tommy Flanders
Irvine lay along the track on the other
side of the road. He had thrown il
from him too eagerly.
What difference does that make,
my own"
What difference? don't you sec
your demonstration is failure!
Science"
WHO cares for science now? Mary,
will you promise"
will you admit that you haven't
proved"
Il will admit anything dearest
Science is fraud. There is nothing
but love in the whole wide universe.
viii that do?"
IL think it will. Hiram"
And you promise?"
'Yes, Hiram"
1t was ever so faint whisper, but
that designing young man heard it. hi
gathered her in his arms, and thei,
first kiss, with nobody in hearing dis
lance, smote the night air.
Thus. even in the early 'fifties, die
the omnipresent Ohio man assert ant
vindicate his inalienable right to cap.
ture the fairest and best of everything
in creation.
An Educated Fly.