The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-03-02
his eyes, and he regarded the g..

Ills eyes, duo NO EcSdHOO0 sAo g.
curiously.
As day after day passed by, Wylie's
repugnance to HIM grew less, until she
began to long for his presence. His very
indifference drew her towards him.
She began to do many little favors for
him, which he seemed to take as mat
ter of course.
Poor child, she did not consider
wealth, education, station or power as
anything to be wished for, or as bar
rier between herself and anything that
she desired. She frequently gathered
fresh flowers and placed them IN MS
room, but he always gave her mother
the thanks for being SO kind, and said
nothing to her. Strange to say, she did
not feel piqued-her heart sank and
great loneliness stole over her.
Child-like and ignorant, and wholly
innocent of any wrong, she began dog
ging his footsteps, and lying in wait
for him as it were, only that she might
be near him. If he noticed it, he did
not appear to at first, but ne began to
frown at her finally, and then the hot
tears sprang to her eyes and she hid in
the bushes, and watched him from her
little window in the loft, fairly devour-
ing him with her gaze.
Matters continued in this way for
some time, Mr. Arson not being able
to get away az soon as he expected.
Wylie began to droop and grow pale
and spiritless, and yet IN all this time
she had never once given Beechnut
Lord one thought.
"Whats become Of Beechnute" her
mother asked her, and she answered:
81 dunno ner don't keer."
"Wall, thet's singler," Mrs. Adams
replied, 'you RELY don't know
No" sharply.
The mother said nothing further; but
she sighed, and noticed that evening.
for the first time, how gladly and
eagerly Wylie waited upon Mr.. Anson,
and how the red blood rushed to her
sallow cheeks.
She shook her head obviously.
When Howard Arson announced that
he would leave Silver creek the next
morning and could not tell when he
would return, Wylie's heart beat so
unanimously she thought she would
fall. He did not go until the next
afternoon, however, just before dusk;
and when he had hidden Mr.. and Mrs.
Adams good-by, Wylie was not there,
but waiting for him outside; and when
he passed where she stood hidden, she
stole after him aShe strolled down to-
wards the old ford through the now al
most leafess trees, many of which had
been cut down, and lay in huge piles
about; and, catching up with him,
touched him lightly upon the hand
He turned with violent start.
s'Mr.-Mr-Anson," she stammered.
Poor child, she was very innocent Of
the worlds ways, and much to be
pitied.
He paused and looked at her in as
constituent.
''Well, what do you want? Have
you come to say good-by? remember
now that 1 did not see you at the
house" He extended his hand. She
grasped it eagerly, and held it fast
between her two cold, thin hands.
Don't you-don't you care nuthin'
fer NE. Mr.. Anson?" meekly, with the
sound of tears in her voice.
1t hardly seemed possible that this
was the willful, apparently cruel Wylie
of few weeks previous.
what do you mean ?" he asked,
sternly.
~ like you awful much" here she
broke down and sobbed aloud He
took his hand from her OBTAINING grasp.
miss Adams" he said, 81 am sorry
for this; go home; you have been
great annoyance to me: wish to never
see you again. A girl 10 do such a
thing" and then he strobe on, leaving
her standing there, cold, still and
white, wishing she were dead
Somehow the words he uttered made
her think of Beechnut Lord, and her
last words to fim-
With a sudden revulsion of feeling,
she cried out:
oh. Beechnut you liked me, you
wculden' her treated me so; where are
you. BeechnutP" And then heavy
footstep sounded near. and brawny
arm stole about her waist
Here l am, dearie. Jest reckin
Beechnut woulden' her treated you
that way, and I've come back in time
to tell you so. Is it all right, Wylie?"
She had her long. thin arms about
his neck, and whispered through her
sobs and tears:
'sya,ra thu bastsst Rerrhnut in all