The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1894-03-02

wide open. looking at Miss Forsythe.
For in Miss Forsythe he recognized
the beautiful girl he had met SO unex-
pectcdly in the morning. However. he
recovered himself sufficiently to con
verse as if nothing had happened.
From that time he found that he
loved her. She was 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 marry So he waited.
Then he thought some one might
come along if he dallied. and, discover
ing 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 cold shivers went over him and
his tongue would cleave to the roof of
his mouth. He felt sure that if he be-
gan to propose words would forsake
him. and there he would stand, gasp
ing and opening his mouth like dying
fish
He had been n constant visitor to
Wayne villa for several months, and
he was thinking this morning, as he
walked leisurely up the path, that if
he could but meet Miss ForSythe he
would speak.
AS he turned bend in the path he
saw seated on a rock under shady
tree the object of his thoughts.
She smiled when she saw who it was
that had intrudcd upon her peaceful
privacy: and the poor. lovesick arts:
thought she had the sweetest smile he
had ever seen. She made room for him
and he sat down beside her
This is lovely morning for sketch
ing, and | thought ! 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 quizzical smile.
And the artist blushed like any rose
at his foolish speech.
Then there was little silence, which
Miss Forsythe broke by saying:
Here comes your protege," as Flora
Hale came tearing down the path at
brcaknech speed
20. dear sighed the poor artist,
with cOlnical despair. II don't see
why should be so prosecuted. do you?
That child worries the life out of me-"
Il say" called out Miss Flora. while
yet 4 long way off, you aren't fool,
are you?'
II hope not" answered the aston
ished man. What makes you ask such
question:
20. cause" answered Miss Flora.
"You see, l heard ma and Mrs. Insley
talking about you an Miss Forsythe,
an Mrs. Insley said it was as plain as
the nose on your face that you loved
her like every thing, only you daren't say
SO. An ma she said you was foolish
not to tell her an done with it. for
she'd seen how you wanted to for
good while. an she said Miss Forsythe
thought her eyes OF you. an you must
see it if you wasn't 4 fool, an lots more
that | can't remember But l knew
You wasn't i 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 blushirg like the reddest rose of
summer. The sight gave him courage.
Miss Forsy thc," he began. and then
he got frightened and paused.
But he mustered courage and went
on:
do you care anything for rle?, GER
tainly do for you"
Then he found himself holding out
his hand to her, and she put her hand
in his, and then he kissed her. He
wondered 1T himself and his new-found
courage, for he kissed her again.
But the fact of his su dden bravery
was enough to make him as courageous
as most lovers are. and he actually put
his arm around Miss Forsythe and gave
her 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 grin.
An hour later. as the artist and Miss
Forsythe came up to the house, they
heard Flora rehearsing the whole af-
fair to a group of delighted children.
20. but it was just jolly" cried S he.
''He just got awful red an kinder
rolled his eyes up to her-this way; an
she was redder n he was. an pretended
she seen something on the ground,
when there wasn't thing to see; an
he says: i love you more'n tongue can
tell an stuck his hand right out
lords her-so-an' she took hold of it an
then he kissed her again, an then he
stuck out both his arms-this way-an'
Rugged her, an then he kissed me an
called me an angei"-herc the angel
stopped to titter-''an' as near as can
make out he'd never have said nothin'
if l hadn't helped him, cause he's a
man, an men are 'fraid of women
The artist and his companion looked
a each other and lar rhai