The Penn's Grove record., 1894-02-16
But hi. prasn only frightened.

But his grasp only ughlehed'
Unhappy, sslly?' he echoed
"Why?"
Oh, for 50 many, many reasons
was the dismal response. Life IS 50
hard when one is poorl And~anI
Lady Gray went home and left me, and
she is going to be sold next week.
"Sold? Whewl" he whistled, ieI'
his arm tighten still more, then he sand
II am very, very sorry, Miss Sally; you
believe that, | hope?"
Yes" l returned, melted by his IN
usual g~entleness, II do. And if I've
been rude, Mr.. Weldon, forgive me.
You must confess that your way oil
laughing at me is very trying"
"In it? I'm sure | never meant to Oh
fend," he replied. with me, to lauga
is as natural as to breathe, and always
see the ludicrous side of thinGs-not
| that YOU have any ludicOus side, Miss
Sally, he quickly added,
"Indced! | am gratiicd by the adj
mission2" was he rather tart answer:
but asI caught his eyes just then bent
full upon me | beI@me strangely con
fused, and said no o
Then we are friends henceiorth:
he asked in a graver tone than any /
had eyer heard him use. And had
lust time to murmur Eyes when We
reached home and he placed me IN
mothers arms.
For three weeks after that was quite
i'll, and could not leave my sofa. Inc
auction was postponed, but mother sold
Lady Gray, and when asked sobbln9,
ly the name of the purchaser, she SAID
evasively:
Some one who will be very kind to
her, and who paid me so well that
can manage, l think, by selling the
chickens, to put off the auction for
some time
When | went out at last | met Mr.,
Weldon. He bowed rather constraIn-
edly and made no attempt to speak,
and | was troubled by his GOODNESS.
1t was June, lovely, pi%nk-tlnged
June. | lay on the wicker bench by the
open window, enjoying the twilight.
Suddenly Il step sounded on the walk,
and William Weldon appeared, carry
ing a bunch of yellow roses.
II brought these for you, Miss sally,
he said. 81 think the yellow rose is the
most delicate and pretty Of any"
But with the old feeling OF conlradlc-
ton which always possessed me in his
presence. | answered flippantly:
Thank you o much, But think
pale pink roses are far more delicate,
lie frownrd. ! knew | had been
rude, and commenced to talk almost
at random. For some minutes ] chat
ted on, receiving no answer except 4
eyes or "no" from my companion.
Dear mel" | exclaimed at last,
''the day of miracles is not over, You
have been here ten minutes, Mr.. Wei
don, and actually have not laughed
oncc,'
That's right, Be sarcastic, as usual,
Oh, SALLY, why must we always quar-
rel? Can't we he friends? / am aw-
fully foolish to tell you this, but | love
YOU, and have done so, | think, ever
since you boxed my ears so long ago.
Although a fellow laughs lie may have
his feelings, you know, and you used
to look such an odd little stickl But
oh, sally, dear Sally, couldn't you pos
sibly marry me?'
1t was an odd proposal, yet it made ,
me very happy. | could not speak,
but | looked at him, and hs seemed
satisfied.
Sally" he presently said, 'the day
Lady Gray was sold | bought her, and
| said to myself, If Sally won't marry
me for my own sake she will for that
blessed horse So now Lady Gray IS
waiting for you in my barn. and the
sooner you take possession OF her, the
barn and the barns owner, the happier
shall be-"
] do not think need say that once
again l am the pcssessor of Lady Gray, }
md that the auctioneerncver visited our
little cottage. | am as happy as the day
IS long, and often say that | won the
best man on earth the day Lady Gray
VAS sold. And let me tell you, girls,
hat a kind, good-humored man who
at everything, and meets life's
worries with a joke, may not be the
most romantic being in the world, hut
he makes existence very pleasant fol
those who abide with him. 4