Cottonwood report. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1893-1901, 1893-09-15

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Of ylasse chattering boys tonight. Enter
tain them for me, please won't you,
that's dear!"
This is all she says to me, although !
know there is something wrong, and
late that night, when thei"boys" are all
gone, | find her with her fair head lying
in the moonlight in the window.
Don't light the lamp yet" she saws,
as come in. Il want to tell you, Ad,
dear. This hasn't been quite like the
rest, very YEARLY and sadly, '.for like
MIN very much, but oh, AID, we have
been poor so long. I could not wrons
you all SO much by not doing better for
you than this. But he is true, Ad, so we
won't laugh over it, you know" Her
face is turned away from me moment,
"Well, it is settled now, SO go to bed,
dear. will come directly.
We've" began passionately, eff YOU
care for this man don't wreck his own life
and his
Hush, Adr' she interrupts. sit is all
over. | guess I'll have to take Charley
yet"
A week later We've and are in the
parlor reading when Professor Moore
comes in, very pale, but resolute, to saw
goodby. He is going away, he says, as
he found he could give up his present
position for better, 'sand," he adds bit
terly, "this place has become unendur-
able to me-"
/ glance at We've. She is deadly pale.
and the scarlet roses at her fair throat
are trembling. He has but moment in
which to say goodby, SO l extend my
hand. feeling very regretful that we must
lose this noble, true friend.
Why will they all fall in love with
We've?
"Miss Elanor," he says, his voice
slightly trembling, II shall never forget
your great kindness to me. May God
bless you for it! shall probably never
see you again.
He pauses-my hand trembles and
turn away.
"Vieve, he says, hurriedly, ''goodby."
"Goodby," she says, her face very pale.
II am sorry-I know you can never care
for me again. know you never will
"Vieve," he interrupts gravely, 81
shall always love you as I do now,
butt
81 know" she replies pettishly. "You
are disappointed with me. You thought
was better, nobler, truer.''
l am provoked with her. Womanlike,
she is trying to make him still think
well of her, even when she has hidden
him leave her.
"Hush, We've" he says. "Goodby. 1t
is all over now" He let's her hand fall
and turns away to leave the room.
"Adam" she cries passionately, ''don't
let him gor'
| do not move. If anything is to be
done, she must do it.
"Geoffrey" she says softly, crimson
ing at her own audacity. He pauses ir-
resolutely. "Geoffrey," still more softly
and going nearer to him. 'It is not all
over. do care for you. Stay! love
you very dearly and am willing to be
your wife as you asked me-"
He turns and takes her in his arms.
am softly crying to myself by this time,
for she is noble and true after all.
81 do love you," she says, bravely, but
her face is half hidden. 81 don't mind
poverty-with you" This with an in
describable, adoring look, which takes
away the last remnants of doubt the
young man has left. Then she looks up
at him with eyes full of laughter and
says, 81 just love to live in paper bags!'
At that leave in disgust.
Two months afterward they are mar
ried. But his little secret is out. He is
wealthy-far weather. than Mr.. Somers,
and had only used this ruse to see if
We've was true enough to love him for
himself. When the wedding cards came
out everybody was a little mystifed,
for, while very elaborate and costly, the
outside cover bore quaint design, much
resembling the ordinary paper bag used
by tradesmen generally. But being Pro-
fessor Moore's they were pronounced
"quite unique-so artistic, you know"
But where did they ever get the idea?
We've casts down her eyes very de-
murely and says:
81 can't imagine, Ad, can you?"-Betty
M. Thomas in Pittsburg Bulletin.