Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1891-07-30

She listened to his eager words with
averted face turned toward the dying
sunset.
When he had finished she did not
answer.
He takes too much for granted"
she thought; "he is too masterful; he
asks as though my heart was some
light thing to which he had a right
l will teach him it is not.
She rose and turned to go. He
caught her hands and detained her.
wilma are you not going TO say q
word? Are you then the coquette !
almost thought you that first day?"
His words stung her. She tried to
free herself and the rose fell from her
hair. He picked it up.
III you won't say anything, Wilma
give me this rose. Let it be q symbol
of hope to me-"
She snarched it from his hand.
when am ready to answer you."
she said, Il will send it to you" And
then she slipped away and hurried to
the house. A spice OF romance had
always been part of her nature. Now
as she fitted away she touched the
senseless flower with lips that trem-
bled.
II do love him-I do love him."
she whispered as she sped along the
shadowy path through the garden.
But tho girls willful heart was slow
to yield. A week passed
Ronald Mitchell came not cnce to
the farm house. Rebecca Mortified
wondered at his absence and looked
searchingly at the quiet-faced girl.
One evening she came into the quaint
old room, with it's shopping roof and
lattice window, where Wilma sat read
ing.
II thought I'd tell thee, Wilma,
that Ronald is going away tomorrow.
He is tired he said, when l met him
to-day, and needs a change. He does
look worn. I wonder why he keeps
away from us?"
She looked keenly through her gold
trimmed glasses at the girl.
II don't know, grandmamma, I'm
sure. He does act strangely of late.
Win he stay away long, do you
think?"
IA month, he said," she answered.
The girl drew n quick breath. "A
MONTH, she thought lin a month
shall be back in school,"
Her heart beat quickly. Ate,
awhile she took little box from hel
bureau and went downstairs and out
into the garden.
She called to Don, and wandered
down to the messy log beside the
creek She had been here every day
since that time week ago.
She sat down on the log, and Dor
sat down beside her, looking gravely
at the running stream.
She drew little folded note from
the box in her hand and opened it.
Come to me-" it said, and then ii
delicate tracery her name, Wilma
That was all.
The girls eyes shone half miscEiev
ously as she fastened tho tiny box t.
Don's silver collar with bit of rib
bon, and bright color glowed in he
! cheeks.
Then she folded her small hands to
gether and looked seriously into tn
dogs great noble eyes.
Good old Don" she said, take i
to Ronald-to Ronald-do you under
stando"
He looked up intelligently into he
face and trotted off sedately.
Ronald Mitchell was in his roor
alone. One by one such articles a
were necessary were being packed int
his travelling bag.
A sudden patter on the stairs arrest
ed his attention, and the next momer
familiar black head was thrus
drought the half-opened doorway.
why, Don. old fellow! Come t
say good-byp What's this?"
He unfastened the little box an
opened it. When he had unfolded tn
slip of paper and found the withere
white rose. he sprang to his feet Their
to Don's amazement he bounded dow
the stairs and out into the summe
twilight the grave dog followed at h
heels.
He found her on the messy log b.
side the creek looking expectantl
toward him with the shy, sweet Clio
Of love in her dark eyes and on he
face.
Only Don was the witness OF tn;
meeting, but when a little later tt
happy lovers wandered up the sweet
scented garden, cool and shadowy
the cleaning, and grandmamma can
to meet them with a glad surprise ar
look of calm contentment in h
serene face all thoughts of the projec
ed visit were banished, and the hal
packed travelling bag lay forgotten {
the floor at home. Harriet Francel
Croker.
Odd and Valuable BOOkmark.
Aaron Holman. lifelong reside
of West Millbury, died short tin
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