Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1893-07-06

in Miss Forsythe he recognized the
beautiful girl he had met so unexpect-
edly in the morning. However, he re-
covered himself sufficiently to converse
as Ii nothing had happened. From
that time he found that he loved her.
She was q woman after his own heart.
But he didn't know how to tell her so
il he made up his mind that he cared
to marry.
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 CT his
love and trust. So he waited.
Then he thought some one might
come along If he dallied, and, discover
ing what q wonderful woman she was,
win the prize he coveted away from
him. He felt as If there was possible
danger in delay. But how 10 say what
he wanted to-that was what troubled
him.
Little cold shivers went over him and
his tongue would cleaye to the roof or
his mouth. He felt sure that IL he be-
gan to propose, words would forsake
him and there he would stand, gasp
ing AID opening his mouth like u dying
fish.
He had been a constant visitor at
Wayne villa for several months and
he was thinking this morning, as he
walked ~leisurely up the path, that II
he could but meet Miss Forsythe he
would speak.
The other day she had talked so in
diligently and locked so sweet ard
shy and he had had such a beautiful
opportunity for telling her, but he was
so frightened that he concluded there
wasn't any need Of saying anything
just then; perhaps it would be better
to wait a few days and trust 10 Proyi-
dence to bring matters to a crisis.
AS he turned a bend in the path
he saw seated on a rock under 4 shady
tree the object Of his thoughts.
She smiled when she saw who IL was
that had intruded upon her peaceful
privacy; and the poor lovesick artist
thought she had the sweetest smile he
had ever seen. She made room for
him and he sat down beside her.
This is a lovely morning for sketch
ing and / thought l would sketch some
of this beautiful scenery, but now
that / have found something so much
more interesting to me and so much
more beautiful II think I-would-
would-would-"
Rather talk" interrupted Miss For
sythe. with a quizZical smile.
And the artist blushed like any rose
at his foolish speech.
Then there was q little silence, which
Miss Forsythe broke by saying:
Here your ~protcge,' as Flora
Hale came tearing down the path at
break-neck speed.
"Oh, dearn' sighed the poor artist
with comical despair, Il don't see why
I should be SO prosecuted, do you?
That child worries the life out Of me-"
II say" called out Miss Flora, while
yet a long way of, you aren't a fool,
are your"
II hope not" answered the aston
ished man. What makes you ask
such a question:
"Oh, cause" answered Miss Flora.
You see, / heard ma and Mrs. Insley
talking about you an Miss Forsyths,
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 fool
ish not 10 tell her an done with it.
for she'd seen as how you wanted
to for q good while, an she said Miss
Forsythe thought her eyes of you,
an you must see it If you wasn't a
fool, an lots more that / can't re-
member. But / knew you wasn't u
fool"
And then this little protege smiled
lovingly up in the red, red face Of the
poor artist.
III .lononl 90 Mt. Eo.-Sl,z Stxo
was blushing like the reddest rose Of
summer. The sight gave him our
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 himself holding ont
his hand to her and she put her hand
in his, and then he kissed her. He won
dered at himself and his new found
courage, for he kissed her again.
But the fact Of bis sudden bravery
was enough to make him as courageous
as most lovers are, and he actually put
his arm around Miss Forsythe and gave
her a third kiss.
Miss Flora stood and watched mat
tiers with mouth and eyes wide open,
taking rapid and accurate observations
Of what was transpiring.
Don't tell, will you,dear?' said Miss
Forsythe, coaxingly.
mo, not for anything" answered
Flora, with a grin.
The the happy artist kissed her and
said: You're a little angel, for you've
helped me to find out something / have
wanted to know for a long time"
Tien the little angel grinned harder
than V
An hour later as the artist and Miss
Forsythe came up to the house they
heard Flora rehearsing the whole az
fair to a group of delighted children.
"Oh, but 1t was Just jolly!'' cried
she. 'He just got awful red an kinder
rolled his eyes up to her-this way;
an she was redder n he was, an pre-
tended she seen something on the
ground, when there wasn't a thing to
see; an he says, Il love you more'n
tongue can tcll,' an stuck his hand
right out lords ~her-so-an' she took
hold of 1t an then he kissed her, an
l knew he was scairt, but he kissed
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