The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1893-10-14
LOVE ON 4 WALL.

The little back yard presented a novel
. appearance. The frost was on the ground,
and the one skeleton tree in the corner
extended its leafess branches like gaunt
arms in various directions.
A wooden post was stuck in the CEN
ter of the gravel square, its purpose
vague; at a few yards distant stood a
man practicing at broadsword exercise.
Sergeant Major Boyne, pausing from
his exertlons, addressed some one sitting
on the wall to his right.
"Are you cold, Molliey'
mo, thanks: it is warming to watch
you"
The sergeant continued his evolutions.
Observation-Disclosures; right One
-two-three-four; left"
The girl clapped her hands. The SER
gealit repeated the performance.
How jolly You look, cousin Jackg'
Mollie cried as the cuts and thrusts whis-
tied through the air.
do r. the sergeant queried, solemnly
regarding the post in the middle of the
ground.
"You know that you look NICE" she
said severely. Don't pretend"
He returned the weapon to its sheath
and looked at the girl critically.
You know that You look nice, Cousin
Mollie," he said, with mock severity.
Don't pretend. You are the prettiest
girl in Linbridge. All the men at the
barracks say that Of you"
do they?" she cried with a gasp. II
am SO glad"
Glad? Silly girl! What is their opin-
ion WORTH
LAS much as yours, l suppose" she
answered.
"Oh, of course"
She leaned against the wall and re-
fastened a buckle. She bit her lip and
tapped the red bricks with her heels.
Sergeant Travers came off worsted
among the men the other night, heard"
THE odds were all against the one, as
usual" she said. Your barrack jokes
are seldom funny"
He laughed. why do you care for
him, Mollie:'
Il don't"
"All right, Mollie," he said in a tone
that indicated 'all wrong"
Its getting late," she remarked.
They are setting the tea tray"
Shall l help you DOWN.
Her toes were on a level with his chest
as he fronted her. She carefully scru-
t1nized the height from the ground.
mo, thank you.
'Oh, all right" he responded, with
the same dubious infection.
She heard his spurs click over the
frosty ground. She watched the patch
of scarlet merge into the gloom and re-
appear in the lighted room of the house.
Then the tears trickled down her cold
cheek and froze there.
A boy was spinning a top in the next
garden. She leaned toward him.
Little boy" she whispered, ''give me
a push"
The little boy, mounting an inverted
bucket, pushed and heard a muffied
thud on the other side of the wall.
Every girl in the little garrison town
who possessed an invitation TO the nom
commissioned officers ball was prepar-
ing for the evenings festivity.
Mollie Henderson pirouetted round the
small limit of her chamber, a gauzy be-
ing in white. The circumscribed mirror
had been tilted up and tilted down, only
a.quarter of her form being visioned at
one time.
The edge of her skirt and white satin
slippers We're undergoing reflection when
her youngest brother shouted through
the keyhole:
"You'ndo, Mollie! You'll beat Georgina
Webb hollow" y
oh, Bobby, darling, doyou think SOP
she cried, opening the door.
Positive. Here are two boxes. Guess
ones from the sergeant"
Each box contained a spray Of flowers.
She held the red roses a~dmiringly.
Dear Mollie, please rel my flowers
was penciled on a sheet of paper bearing
the name of Sergeant Travers. The
lilies of the valley were accompanied by
a scrap of paper From Jack"
Which shall | wear, Bobby?' she ask
ed excitedly, laying the roses and tn,
lilies together against her bodice.
Both" the boy replied promptly.
"Oh, / can't. / think think the ret
looks better on the white. The lilies ar,
a trife insipid, and yet-oh, / must wea
the roses; the red looks lovelyr'
She turned from her brothers inspec
ton, with the roses clustered at he
breast.
Stunning! Now stick the lilies il
your hair"
But they would look awful, Bobby.
What's the odds? Cousin Jack NIGH
feel hipped if you don't stick 'em some
where"
"Don't be SO silly! The men hav
nothing TO dolwith the flowers
She gathered her gloves and fan Il
gether and FASTENED out of Bobby
sight.
"Well," soliloquized the juvenile maj
II guess I'll keep my money in my pool
ct before I'm soft enough to waste it Q
the girls"
ibid you receive the lilies?' Sergeal
Major Boyne asked, while he and b
partner stood aside from the dancers I.
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