The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1892-05-11
fitted me yer, kindly to his saddle.

This is quite unnecessary, NJ. Wei
DON l objected. 4 am able to walk. .
II beg your pardon-you are not" he
coolly answered. AT all events you
shall not try; your mother begged me to
bring you safely home, and l intend to
obey her command
He threw his arm lightly about me,
and thus we began our Journey. Not
another word was spoken; | felt myself
blush as l remembered how very rude
had been to my companion, and tried to
draw myself from his arm. but only
succeeded in losing my balance and
clutching wildly at his usual uproarous
manner, though know must have hurt
him.
"What a child you arer' he said as
soon as he could speak. "Tm sure l
do not want to keep my arm around you,
but you would fall off if did not"
felt very small, and in my shame be-
gan to sob. What simpleton he must
think mel
ooh, 1 say, don't do thatr' he exclaim-
ed in dismay. Crying always seems
such ridiculous proceeding! 1t will do
no good, you know-only make your
eyes and eyes and eyes red, like Sairy
Camps" And the wretch actually
aughed again!
This was too much! Had he no senti-
ment at all, this handsome, blonde young
giant? struggled angrily in his arms.
II hate your cried. "Let me down
and will walk! How can you laugh when
l am so unhappy?'
But his grip only frightened.
Unhappy, Sally?" he echoed. "Why?"
"Oh, for so many, many reasonsr' was
the dismal response. Life is so hard
when one poor! And-and Lady Gray
went home and left me, and she is going
to be sold next week"
Soldi Whewr' he whistled. 1 felt his
arm tighten still more, then he said, 81
am very, very sorry Miss Sally; you be-
lieve that, hope?"
eyes," | returned, melted by his unu-
sual gentleness, 81 do. And if I've
been ru lie, Mr. Weldon, forgive me. You
must confess that your way of laughing
at me is very trying"
els it? rm'sure l never meant to Of
fend, - he replied. 'With me, to laugh is
as natural as to breathe, and 1 always Sc e
the ludicrous side of things-not that
you have any ludicrous side, Miss Sal
ly,' he quickly added.
Indeed! 1 am gratified by the admis-
sion!' was the rather tart answer; but
as caught his eyes just then bent full
upon me l became st angely confused,
and said no more.
"Then we are friends henceforth?' he
asked in graver tone than any l had
ever heard him use. And l had just
time to murmur yes when we reached
home, and he placed me in my mothers
arms.
For three weeks after that l was quite
i'll, and could not leave my sosa. The
auction was postposted, but mother sol3
Lady Gray, and when l asked sobbingly
the name of the purchaser, said eva
sively:
"Some one who will be very kind to
her, and who paid me so well that l can
manage, think, by selling the chickens,
to put off the auction for some time"
When 1 went out last 1 met Mr.. Wei
don. He bowed rather constrainedly
and made no attempt to speak, and /
was troubled by his GOODNESS.
1t was June, lovely, pink-tinged June
L lay on the wicker bench by the open
window, enjoying the twilight. Sudden
Ey step sounded on the walk, and Will
liam Weldon appeared, carrying bunch
of yellow roses.
II brought these for you, Miss Sally"
he said. Il think the yellow rose is the
most delicate and pretty of any"
''But with the old feeling of contradic-
ton which always possessed me in his
presence, answered flippantly:
"Thank you SO much! But think pale
pink roses are far more delicate"
He frowned. 1 knew l had been rude
and commenced to talk almost at ran
dom. For some minutes l chartered on,
receiving no answer except Eyes OF
mo- from my companion.
"Dear men' 1 exclaimed at last, "the
day of miracles is not over. You have
been here ten minutes, Mr.. Weldon, and
actually have not laughed oncer'
That's right Be sarcastic, as usual
Oh, Sally, why must we always quarrel?