Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1892-08-02
ON THE SNAGS.


on the hard country road, aud though
she we'll knew whose step 1t was. and her
heart throbbed and her breath came
quicker, she only turned her head non.
chalantly and said flippantlyi
"Ohi II IA your
ayes. 1t Is me. You knew u was me.
Arc you going 20 throw mo over" and
the big fellows voice shook and his fair
face flushed with pain.
"Throw you Overt Gentlemen never
use slang--to ladics."
"You know what mean. Jean, arc
you aware that you refused to dance
every dance with mo todayf'
II really forget; my memory, you
know
"ouc moment, II you please. and then
! have done. Il yes or nor
Hunt, don't bo stupid. You know |
hate 10 be remarked on"
"And No do I, and win not again be
subjected TO the remarks heard today.
Once more, Is II yes or nor
"Well, no, then, II you press the
point"
'Be Il 80" And. with grave bow.
Hunt Ashly turned and was gone.
Pretty Jean lnslow was stunned for
moment, then swallowed gulp In her
throat as pride battlcd TO the front.
"Let him 20. II u man Is such fool
that no can't see--pshawl nobody
cares"
Aud then. TO provo That nobody did
care, she sat down and cried until her
pretty eyes looked like stewcd fcrrot-
and her pretty little nose had tho ap.
pearance OF an apoplectic lobster
"Theres one thing morally certain
she continued--"of all things IN the
wide world there's nothing hate Ike
men"
This last remark was mndo ont loud.
and intended for the benefit Of the trees
and tho wide eyed purple viole,s: but.
alas. II reached the ears OF . tall fellow.
with blond hair. who stood just on the
other side of the hlossoming hedge.
Ho gave slight whistle and com.
pressed his lips little hrmer rs he
strobe OF under the low. f,ooping trees,
without once looking behind.
"Woll, have done 1t now. I'm glad
he heard me say hated him. Nobody
cares. I'll 30 20 the dance tonight with
Phil. and ilrt too"
And Jean, with her head very high In
the air. tried 10 persuade herself that
she really didn't care.
Hunt Ashly went on down the road
through the shaded village street and
stopped at the rato Of vino wrcathed
cottage. A black eyed, pleasant faced
girl was tying mp some OF the vines on
trellises.
"Bess," he said. helping her twino NJ
agoldon Tipped ,asmlno, "will you so e
the dance with ino touight'
"Wha? Where's Joanr
"Quarroled"
"Ah! bee. I'm invited for cats paw
chi"
mo. asked you because Ibid no
wish to go alone
"woll, all right, III 20. Tho fact Is
I've qnarrclcd with Phil, and-and IL
rather go with you than not"
jean aud Boss We're tho two prottios
girls In tho village, and tho two hes
dancers besides, aud that night whoi
jean and Phil appeared Bess and Hun
had just finished the first set.
Each took In the situation at glance
Bess and jean called each other har
names under thor breath and hate
each other In small minded, womanl
way intensely. The men stood aud eye
each other iorcely and pulled thoi
mustaches, and looked as II 1t woul
give them the most exquisite pleasur
10 annihilatc each other.
"phil," said Jean, "como out on IN
piazza with me-"
"The pinEzaY Oh, certainly Br
where are they golngf'
Following MS, II seems"
Close a. their own shadows Hunt nm
Bess stuck TO them. aud, though thei
were gront many tender things uttert
on both sides, there was certainly n,
very much scope for 30 called Irritation
"Bess," presently called Jean, "a
you going boating tomorrow
Eyes, perhaps"
"Aliss Bess Is going In my boat. Who
boat do You grace, Miss Jeanp Go
found that gibtcring idotO'
"oh, Pills, Of course" leaning to
dorly toward him, t"I hate Bees Mile
His boat, indecdr)
Aud tho next morning tho gay
painted boats rocked over the heart
the pulsing river us the stalwart arr
Of the oarsmen rowed against the 90
Cling ripples; then, throwing down tn,
oars, they lazily dnfJed back with 4
current.
But the two boats Jean and Bess we
In still shot up the stream.
Hunt, lot MS 20 back. Wen be
the snags prosentlyw
And Bess' face was ashen pale.
"Call Phil back; he must be mnd'
And jean, In tho other boat, was 81
ing;
"Phil, drive on the snags You do
care. and don't Hunt knows the d,