The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1894-10-03
SNAKE IN THE GRASS.

WAS hDblllNH lllUs vi NbhlHt ~ was IV
business of hers If were-she admitted
that-but she was so fond Of me that
she felt she must speak, being older and
more experienced than ], and imploro
me to remember that 1t WASH { only my
lover was spelling, but my future hns-
band, and if | let him have his own
way in everything now should never
be able to have mine by and by when
we were married
So Jack and quarreled at the Hornes'
dance last night
hardly know what it was about in
the first instance, but it grew and grew
until il seemed to me there was nothing
we weren't quarreling about, and Jack
was soon terribly in earnest. Though
we had been engaged for three weeks,
I'd no idea ho had it in him TO be so
angry. And Of course | lost my head
and got angry, too-rcally angy-and
said horrid things, Gnd-and-I told
him that our engagement was broken
off, aud there must be an end Of every
thing between Us. and-and-Jiok took
me at my word. l never thought OF his
doing that.
"As you please" he said, speaking
quietly all OF sudden. We were in the
conservatory, and tho dance music IL
the drawing room must have drowned
tho sound of our voices half dozen
yards away "You wish our engagement
to end, Maud? SO be it. Your letters
shall he returned 10 you tomorrow, and
l will ut once leave you free to resume
your Irritation with Frank Horne"
"But-JIck''--
His face was sot and white. He never
oven looked vt mo- The music ceased.
/ Celia and several other dancers s'rolled
into the conservatory, and he left me.
| Yes he went away and danced with
| other girls, and he never spoke one
| word TO me or came near me again the
whole evening.
Harkl Some ono is crossing the hall.
| Surely Jane won't bo so foolish as to
show any one il here nowl
In another moment "Mr Dayton" is
| announced, and Jack himself atGnd3 be-
/ fore rac.
"Jaollr started TO NY feet, and all
his treasured documents fall rustling to
the floor, bat never think Of them.
| Who thinks Of love lottors in tho pres
enco Of the writer? Jack is hore, my
/ Jack, and
But is he indeed NY Jack?
The first glance at his face recalls me
to myself aud reminds me that he il 10
longer my Jack, or Jack at all to me.
l told hun 1 wished our engagement 10
end, and lie remembered it evidently,
/ though for one brief moment have for
gotten. Oh, Jack-Iack!
/ lie waits TIL tho servant has left the
room, then takes small packet from
tho breast pocket OF his coat and turns
| 20 me.
This must 10 my apology for dis
/ turbing YOU, ho says very formally.
II thought l had better bring it tInyseli,
| in case of accident. "
For mes / speak vaguely aud
without Offering to talzo il. want to
gain time.
'Yos--your letters havo no right
TO them now.
"How-now beautifully you have
packed themW
He turns away, with an impatient
gesture, and lays them On tho table.
81 need not detain you any longer,
now my errand H. done, lie says quiet
ly.
''But-there is something else. On,
you forgotr as he looks at me question.
ingly. lyon have returned my letters
promptly enough chow can | thank you
for such promptness0, but you forget
your own. As you say, have no right
10 them now.
"You wish me TO take them? Very
WE'LL"
i But L do not wish him to take them.
Anything but that. want to postpone
the moment of parting. That is all.
"Will you be good enough TO fetch
themg'
''They are here ON tho floor Will yor
be good enough to holp me pick then
up?"
He does so without word. Together
we stoop and collect them. Together
we lay them on tho table Together fol
the last time!
bring paper and string and proceed
TO pack them up, while he watches ms
in silence.
IL fear this will not be such neat
parcel as yours" ! say, speaking a,
steadily as / can and bending over tho
table TO hide my troubled face. "Yor
know I'm never good at this sort o.
thing.
81 know" shortly.
II can't do itl' And a great teal
splashes ON the packet. "I'm sorry,
but
Don't bother about it, " And he layi
his hand on mine suddenly. "No neet
for such fuss. Give them to me al
they ara"
"What are you going to do with
themg" as he takes them from my
trembling hands.
"Put them in the fret And he turns
to do co
'Eo, no, mol" cry, springing for,