Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1893-08-17

party of gentlemen.
Miss FoFsythe, Mr.. Lyle" said
Clara, presenting him. why, what's
the matter with you, Mr.. LyleT she
cried, as Arthur stood with eyes wide
open, looking at Miss Forsythe. For
in Miss Forsythe he recognized the
beautiful girl be had met SO unex-
pectedly in the morning. However,
be recovered himself sufficiently TO
converse as if nothing had happened.
From that time he found that be
loved her. She was q woman after
his own heart. But he didn't know
how to tell her so if he made up his
mind that he cared to parry.
And he wanted to be quite sure,
he told himself, as an excuse for
waiting, though he knew all the
while that he was sure, that she was
worthy of his love and trust. So he
waited.
Then he thought some one might
come along if be dallied, and, discov-
erning what wonderful woman she
was, win the prize he coveted away
from him. He felt as if there was
possible danger in delay. But how
to say what he wanted to-that was
what troubled him.
Little could shivers went over him
and his tongue would clesve to the
roof of his mouth. He felt sure that
if he began to propose, words would
stand, gasping and opening his mouth
like a dying fish.
He had been Q constant visitor at
Wayne villa for several months and
he has thinking this morning, as he
walked leisurely up the path, that
if he could but meet Miss Forsyrthe
he would speak.
The other day she had talked 80
intelligently and looked so sweet and
shy and he had had such q beautiful
opportunity for telling her, but he
was so frightened that he concluded
there wasn't any need of saying any
thing just then; perhaps it would be
better to wait few days and trust to
Providence to bring matter to a
crisis.
AS he turned bend in the path
he saw seated on rock under q
shady tree the object of his thoughts.
She smiled when she saw who it
was that had intruded upon her
peaceful privacy; and the poor love.
sick artist thought she had the sweet
est smile he had ever seen. She
made room for him nnd he sat down
beside.
This is q lovely morning for
sketching and I thought would
sketch some of this beautiful scenery,
but now that l have found something
so much more interesting to me and
so much more beautiful IL think
would-would-would-
Rather talk interrupted Miss
Forsythe, with quizzical smile,
And the artist blushed like any
rose at his foolish speech.
Then there was a little silence,
which Miss Forsythe broke saying:
Here comes your protege, as Flora
Hale came tearing down the path at
break-neck speed.
'Oh, dearl sighed the poor artist
with comical despair. i don't see
why I should be so persecuted, do
your That child worries the life out
of me-
4 say, called out Miss Flora, while
yet long way off, you aren't fool,
are you?
Il hope not, answered the aston
lshed man. What makes you ask
such a question:
oh, cause answered Mis- Flora.
You see, l heard ma and Mrs. Ins.
ley talking about you an Miss For
sythe, an Mrs. Insley said it was
plain as the nose on your face that
you loved her like everything, only
you darsen't say so. An ma she
said you was foolish not to tell her
an done with it, for she'd seen as
how you wanted to for good while,
an she said Miss Forsythe thought
her eyes of you, am you must see it
If you wasn't fool, and lots. more
that can't remember. But I knew
you wasn't fool
And then this little protege smiled
lovingly up in the red, red face of the
poor artist.
He glanced at Miss Forsythe. She
was blushing like the reddest rose of
summer. The sight gave him cour-
age.
miss Forsythe," he began and then
he got frightened and paused.
But he mustered courage and went
on:
"Do you care anything for me ? I
certainly do for you"
Then he found hiuself holding out
his hand to her and she put her hand
in his, and then he kissed her. He
wondered at himself and his new
found courage, for he kissed her again
But the fact of his sudden bravery