The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1893-01-14
THEY MOVED SLOWLY ALONG.

shocked at the unexpected revelation.
'sWas he from this state?"
''No, but his regiment was," said
Miss Sally, eying the wreath critically.
And this wreath-is it from you?"
continued CORTLAND, gently.
eyes, l thought yo'd like, something
fresh and pooty instead of those stale
Ones
"And were they also from you?'' he
asked, even more gently.
''Dear no! They were left over from
last anniversary day by some Of the
veterans. That's the only one put
there-that isl got Mr.. Champney to
leave it here on his way to his house.
He lives just yonder. yo' know"
It was impossible to resist this in
vincible naipete. CORTLAND bit his lip
as the vision arose before him of this
still more nalf English admirer bring
ing hither, at Miss Sally's bidding, the
tribute which she wished to place on
the grave of an old lover to please a
third man. Meantime she had put her
two little hands behind her back in the
simulated attitude of ''good girl" and
was saying half smilingly, and, he even
thought, half wistfully:
''Are yo satisfed?"
'sPerfectly."
'sThen let's go away. It's mighty hot
here
They turned away and descending the
slope again reentered the thicker shade
of the main avenue Here they seemed
to have left the sterner aspectcf death.
They walked slowly; the air was heavy
with the hotincense of flowers; the road
sinking little left grassy bank on
one side. Here Miss Sally halted and
listlessly seated herself, motioning
CORTLAND to do the same. He obeyed
eagerly. The incident of the wreath
had troubled him albeit with contend
ing sensations. She had given it to
please him; why should~Ae question the
manner, or torment himself with any
retrospe ctive thought? He would have
given worlds to have been able to &C.
cept it lightly or gallantly-with any
other girl he could-but he knew he
was trembling on the verge of pas
sionate declarations; the magnitude Of
the stake was too great to be- imperiled
by levity Of which she was more a
mistress than himself and he knew that
his sentiment had failed to impress her.
His pride kept him from appealing to
her strangely practical nature, although
he had recognized and accepted it. and
had even begun to believe it an essen
tial part of the strong fascination she
had over him But being neither a
coward, nor weak hesitating ldealist,
when he deliberately took his seat be-
side her he as deliberately made up his
mind to accept his fate-whatever it
might be-then and there.
Perhaps there was something of this
in his face. 81 thought yo' were look
ing little white, connie" she said
quietly, land reckoned we might sit
down spell, and then take it slowly
home. Yo' amt accustomed to the
so'thn sun. and the air in the hollow
scas swampy' As he made slight
gesture of denial, she went on with a
pretty sisterly superiority: That's the
was of yo' no'thn men Yo' think yo'
can do every thing just as if yo' were
reared to it. and yo' never make allow
ance for different climates, different
blood and different customs. That's
where you slip up.
But he was already leaning towards
her with his dark, earnest eyes fixed
upon her IN a way she could no longer
mistake. AT the risk OF Slipping up
again, Miss BOWS" heo said, gently
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