Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1893-04-06
No, says she.

"SA, Soh "o'' yoV' ,S"Jo "o' W
cause there is nothing on earth fit to
compare you with. You are you, and
that's all II
What lovely speech! No wonder
| love you, says Letitia. naivclv but,
co'larsing into gloom, whats the good
of it all? Aunt,e will never le, you
marry me-
We could marry without her per-
mission, says he slowly.
NJ. we couldn't,' says Letitis, with
decision. She looks at him earnestly.
/ wouldn't marry you without her per-
mission for anything. We would have
to run away and that wnnld break her
heart. | am all she has in the world,
and. though che sco'ds me good deal
| love her. would not desert her.
Jack.
You could come back again says
he
OF course, I know that But then
she would always trel disappointed in
ME and hurt and-No, no, shall never
DO that. She trusts me so.
Then dou't know what's going 10
BE- the end Of it, says he.
We must only wait says Letltia,
despondingIy. AMI now, Jack, you
had better 20. She Is sure to come up
here presen ly, to see how the men are
getting on with that fence. You know
what an excellent woman Of business
she is. If she caught you here
There would be wigs on the green,
SAYS Jack, laughing. Well, good by
for awhile. l suppose if come back
This evening shall find you here p
Yes oh. yes! Jack, do take care !;
the men will see YOU
Not they, says Jack, kissing her
again. And you-wha: are you gong
to DO while I am away?
Think of YOU with little snacy
glance at him t.o.n unde, her long lash
ca. BY the by. have you got IN itch
about ou ?
What on earth do You want it for?
says he, giving her some wax lights out
OF a little silver bpx as he speaks. 60
Ing to have ii cigarette?
Nonsense. feel aa if | wanted TO
set fire to some of those dry little tufts
of grass fairy tufts We used to call
them lorg ago. They would burn
beautifully to-day. the sun is so bot.
We'll, don Set fire to yourself what
ever you do.' says he, thongh h.lessly.
Once again they kiss and this time they
really part.
Letllia 81 ands VII. ching him till he is
out OF sight, standing on tip toe US be
gets over the wall to blow last kiss to
hi.l. Then coming out Of the shelter
of her trys'ing place, she walks into the
old meadow. now beaten down save
where the tall, Coarse Tufts of grass are
growing. Lighting one Of her matches
she knepIs down and sets fire to the
tuft nearest her. 1t usod to Le An
an uSement of hers in her childhood. +.
and she is not yet 50 far removed from
those days MS to have lost all childish
faucies. Sitting down on the slde of Il
Tiny hillock at II distance she watches
the dancing flames so small, SO flick
ern3 80 harmless.
She leans back against the bank be-
hind her and crosses her white arms
behind her head. What day it is -
most heavenly, sweet-qnnte a drowsy
day. Most lovely that light smoke is
climbing slowly up hill and fldius
away among the Young beach trees
above. And the flames. like fairies
dancing Perhaps they are fairies who
dwell in these old. dry tufts. No won.
der they are dancins-with rage evi.
IDENTIFY. Their strongholds are seized.
destroyed by the tyrant man No
woman this time. l'oul How warm
it is!
Gradually her head sinks back upon
her arms, her eyelids droop over the
soft, clear eyes. How delicious 1t is
here How COZ. Again the eyes open,
but very laziiy this time. See how
the little insects run to and fro over l.er
white Fl ock. hither and thither, all in
search of the great want-food. A pas
sing thought makes her laugh lndoIent.
ly. She hopes they will not make food
of her. And then the eyclids close res
olute!y; she leans back. Sleep has
caught her.
So sound, indeed. is her slumber, that
she does not know that how the little
black insects are rushing over her, not
in search OF food, but Of safety safety
from the tiny hot flames that are creep
ing every moment closer to the thin