The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1893-11-28

his mind what to say and trying to get
courage Mt the same time to say u.
When they reached a clump OF trees
not far from the burn, Mag suggested
that they sit down, relnarkfng that they
had had a big washing at the house.
and she felt a little tired.
Il MIGHT a thocht o that afore, Mag
gle. if ye'd only telt me, said Dick
repentantly, but lat's sit doom noo."
Its a foo moon the NIGHT, isn't 1t,
Dick2" asked Mag, looking up into
space.
what did We say, Maggief"
II asked we if it was tae be q TOO
moon-man, whar's yer lugs?"
"Oh-ah-I'm thinkin it is" Then
Dick stroked his chin and tore up the
sod with his heels. Its a fine thing,
a moon, Maggie, isn't it?" Dick at last
found words to say, in order to break
the monotony and gain time, but with
out being able to explain why he had
said so.
Hoo is't a good thing?" asked Mag,
looking at him with the tails of her
eyes.
"Weel-a-1-I've heerd it said-a,
that the moon, we ken, was a guide
thing for a-kirnin milk an preservin
cheese" Dick said, looking very guilty,
not by any means satisfied in his own
mind that he had answered the question
in the right way or had fully compre-
hended it, his thoughts at the moment
being in an entirely different direction.
There was a merry laugh in Mays eyes,
but she restrained it's vocal expression.
She merely shook for a moment with
the emotion and then tried to appear
serious.
Maggie, " said Dick at length, still
digging up the earth with his heel,
yer no engaged, are We, tae onybodyF'
"Engaged?-michty."
Well was juist speerin. we
KEN
An what mak's ye speer a question
like that, Dick?"
"Weel-tae tell We the honest Code
truth. Maggie, l want tae be engaged
tae We myself"
Dick Lang"
Aye, ats me that's speakin, Mag
gle, an nae ither. Mag, lassie, il We only
kent hoo muckle l loo We. l haena hat
a NIGHTS sleep thinkin ABBOTT ye for TIT
last fornicht.'
That's no muckle."
But that's no a., Maggie. j wa
thinkin ABBOTT Bob Spaldin. 1t was tn
thocht O. him takin We frae me. Tina
was it, lassie-that was it. I've beef
thinkin ABBOTT We for years"
Mag looked across the fields at tn
red ball of fire that formed a great SEM
circle on top of a purple hill that bound
ed the far side of the distant glen.
will we haze me, Maggie?" aske
Dick imploringly.
mo, I Wilma" came promptly fror
her lips.
I'VE winna-O Maggie, think again
for an answer like that gaes hame lik
, the stab o. a knife. Is't possible tia
We dinra ken I've never looed onybod
q but yersel'? I've he'd nae heart tae g
tae onybody sim / kent We years Ian
game by. I'm no sac guide lookin
Bob Spaldin, IN | dinna carry my hal
sac high. an maybe that stands i m
Wi moo. But, Maggie, I've a heart hel
I that's yours as though it had never b.
Hanged tae me. Whan my granny dee
| get 'er biggin, 'er coo ar a 'er cha
q tels-that 8 in 'er will, Maggie. tt
9 hoos wad be DOR ain, an prood wad
be tae max We its queen. But abur
a that, Maggie, | loo We sairly, an L
= never loo anither. Think again afo,
We answer me-will We haze me, Ma
gie?"
Dick took Mays hand in his, and 81
pressed it. She said nothing, but sin
), ply smiled. Her silence was acce
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