Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1893-10-14

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You've all heard OF Larry O'Tools
OF the beautiful town of Drumgoole;
| He had but one eye
| To ogle We by;
Och murther. but that was jew1!
A fool
He made of the girls, this OToole.
There next sounded some lOuC
laughter. a step on the tiled path o
the inn, then the singer spoke. -.
drink your health my charmer," b,
said, sin the Rivington brew" Ate
that he spoke lower, but the word
reached Shelah's ears: "You got m.
note, Jennie, but you never came
Why was that"
II was afraid. And, oh. what
would father say if he knew that you
sent me that note with all those
those" The musical voice ended
suddenly.
"Kisses, Jennie" finished the
horseman. "Well, 1 don't know. ]
don't particularly care, Love is alto
gether reckless And for you, my
gypsy, l would risk anything. Now
tell me, Jennie when can you meet
me alone? It is a small favor for a
lover to ask. When shall it be?"
Jennie was silent.
Jennie" said the rider seriously,
''do you love me?"
holding his breath, Shelah waited
| for the answer. It was inaudible.
''Come a little nearer, Jennie. /"
said the horseman, Egaily; kisses on
paper are nothing to kisses in"
'HuSh!" cried Jennie; ''some one
is coming!"
It was Shelah. He rounded the
corner in time to see Cyril Riyington
'riding away.
With his head bowed Shelah crossed
the threshold of the inn door: he was
met inside by pretty, brown-cheeked
girl, whose face had a heightened
and rather unusual bloom. At sight
of Shelah she looked disconnected.
"Jen, lass" he said, II want to
speak to you: l want to ask you some
thin"
Jennie started and there was
sensible diminution of the color in
her cheeks. "Not now, Shelah," she
said nervously. Pm busy now.
Wait till father comes in"
NO" said Shelah, II can't wait.
If I don't speak now 1 shall never
speak, won't stop you long"
"Well, them" said Jennie, 'say it,
quick. What is it," She seated her
self with her face to the window and
her foot nervouslY tapping the sanded
floor.
Its this" said Shelah, and his
voice shook little: 1--WE ha' been
sweetheartin' for a long time, and I
want to know when we are going to
get married, Jen?" ....
Never" she said. softly. -..
"Never?" he repeated, huskily.
81 should only make you wretched.
l want you to give me up to forget
me- Shelah."
'GiVe you up Jen! Give you up,
lass! Give up my life-ask me for
that, Jen, but don't ask me to give
you up, sweetheart, for / do so love
you, my dear"
Jennie's lips quivered and her eyes
began to fill with tears, but she kept
her face to the window.
at would break my heart to marry
you," she said, '.for l love some one
else"
"You love some one else?" said
Sbelah, mechanically.
Eyes, and he is going to marry me.
So you see, Shelah, it would be wrong
for me to marry YOU. should be al
ways miserable and wretched, and I
should make you miserable and
wretched too; so please dear Shelah,
let me 60 and-and forget me-" She
ended with a sob
White and still sat Shelah; then
heavily and YEARLY he rose. Jennie
uncovered her face for 2 moment.
At the sight OF his she hid it again.
'Forget you, lass, he said. II never
can" Moved perhaps by the thought
Of what might have been, he leaned
down and gently pressed his lips to
her forehead. "But if giving you up,
lass" he proceeded huskily, twill
make you happy, Jen"-there was an
agonizing ring in his voice-"why, I
give you up"
When she looked around again he
was gone.
All that night it froZe hard and the
calm sea lay moaning like dog on
its chain. Snelah heard it as he
stood in the lonely sentrY-box of the
lifeboat lookout. In the morning the
frost-bowed blades of the seagrass
had changed the dunes into a great
glistening bed of white coral
As usual, Shelah called at the
ship" for Tom Reeks. He had
barely entered when he heard horses
hoofs on the hard road, a horseman
refined up at the inn and Shelah drew
back into the shadow ssSheiahm 1t
was Jennie who spoke. She stood
white and trembling on the cellar
steps. "Will-will you take him
thiS9"
Strangely fascinated at being called
upon for such an act, Shelah took
from her the measure of sparkling
ale, and, like man in dream, car
ried it to the door. With his bead