Grand Rapids herald. [volume] (Grand Rapids, Mich.) 1892-1959, 1892-07-10
on THE SNAGS.

heart throbbed and her breath came
quicker, she only turned her head non
chalantly and said tlippantly:
'.oh. II is your
YES, il is me. You knew it was me.
Are you going To throw me over" and
the big fellows voice shook and his fair
face flushed with pain.
Throw you over. Gentlemen never
use slang-to Ladies"
You know what ! mean. Jean, are
You aware hat you refused to dance
every dance with me today
Il really forget; my memory, you
know
Zone moment, if You please, and then
have done. Is il yes or no:'
Hunt, don't be stupid. You know
hate To be remarked on"
And SO do l, and will not again be
subjected 10 the remarks heard today.
Once more, is it yes or no!
Well. no, then. II you press the
point"
BE it So" And, with a grave bow,
Hunt Ashly turned and was gone.
Pretty Jean Inslow was stunned for
moment, then swallowed gulp in her
throat as pride battled 10 the front.
LET him go. Ii man is such fool
that he can't see-pshaw! nobody
cares"
And then. TO prove that nobody did
care, she sat down and c.ied until her
pretty eyes looked ike stewed ferre.
and her pretty little nose had the APP
pearance of an apoplectic lobster.
There's one thing morally certain"
she continued-"of all things in the
wide world there's nothing / hate like
men"
This last remark was made out loud,
and intended for the benefit Of the trees
and the wide eyed purple violets: but,
alas. it reached the ears CT a tall fellow.
with blond hair, who stool just ON the
other side of the poisoning hedge.
He gave a slight whistle and COM
pressed his lips lutte frmer as he
strobe off under the low. dropping trees.
without once looking behind.
well, have done it now. I'm glad
he heard me say hated him. Nobody
cares. I'll go TO the dance tonight with
Phil, and firt too"
And Jean, with her head very high in
the air. tried TO persuade herself that
she really didn't care.
Hunt Ashly went on down the road
through the shaded village street and
stopped at the gate of vine wreathed
cottage. A black eyed, pleasant faced
girl was tying up some of the vines on
trellises.
'Bess." he said, helping her Irvine up
golden Tipped jasmine, Twill you go to
the dance with me tonight?'
What: Where's Jean?"
"Quarreled."
"Ah! see I'm invited for cats paw,
eh?'
mo. asked you because did not
wish to go alone"
'Well. all right, I'll go. The fact is,
I've quarreled with Phil. and-and I'd
rather go with you than not"
Jean and Bess were the two prettiest
girls in the village, and the two best
dancers besides, and that night when
Jean and Phil appeared Bess and Hunt
had just finished the first set.
! Each took in the situation at glance.
Bess and Jean called each other hard
names under their breath and hated
each other in small minded, womanly
way intensely. The men stood and eyed
each other fercely and pulled their
mustaches, and looked as il it would
! give them the most exquisite pleasure
to annihilate each other.
Phil" said Jean, come out on the
! piazza with me-"
THE piazza? Oh. certainly! But
where are they going?
Following Us. il seems
Close as their own shadows Hunt and
Bess stuck 10 them, and, though there
were great many tender things uttered
/ on both sides, there was certainly not
very much scope for so called Irritation.
"Bess." presently called Jean, ''are
You going boating tomorrow"
Yes. perhaps"
Miss Bess is going in my boat. Whose
boat do you grace, Miss JEAN Con
found that gibbering idiotg'
''Oh, Pills, of course" leaning ten
derry toward him. (''I hate Bess Miller.
/ His boat. indeeir1
And the next morning the gayly
t painted boats rocked over the heart Of
+ the pulsine river az the stalwsrt arms
OF the oarsn.sn rowed against the CUR
Cling ripplee: then, throwing down Their
cars. they lazily Grifted back with the
current.
Bat the two boats Jean and Bess were
/ in still shot ND the stream.
Hunt. let as 90 back. Wei be on
tie snags presentlyr-
+ And Bess' face was ashen pale.
Gail Phil back; he must he mad'-
And Jean. in the other boat. was say
I ing.
phil. drive on The snags You don't
/ care. and / aoD't. Hunt knows the dan
ger. He'll sop IN tine
II vas dangerous place. where the
3riftsd logs from the mountain torrents
lay imbea3@d in The mud and reared
Z their heads hike ssunt. devoariax ssli
gators waiting for their prey.
Al high water the boats would have
clssr~d them easily. bat now they isrked
hidden death beneath tie tArobbanx
water
Suddenly HINT Ashlys boat shos
ahead. daring Ire warning sasgs
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