Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1894-03-12

his mind what to say and trying to get
courage at the same time to say it.
When they reached a clump of trees
not far from the burn, Mag suggested
that they sit down, remarking that they
had had big washing at the house,
ard she felt little tired.
II MIGHT thocht o. that afore, Mag
gle, if ye'd only telt me, said Dick
repentantly, "but lat's sit doom noo.'
Its foo moon the NIGHT, isn't it,
Dick?" asked Mag, looking up into
space.
what did ye say, Maggie?'
Il asked ye if it was tae be foo
moon-man, whar's yer lugs?'
"On-ah-I'm thinkin it isl Then
Dick stroked his chin and tore up the
sod with his heels. Its fine thing,
moon, Maggie, isn't it," Dick at last
found words to say, in order to break
the monotony and gain time, but with
out being able to explain why he had
said so.
''Hoo is't good thing?" asked Mag,
looking at him with the tails of her
eyes.
"Weel-a-1-I've heerd it saba
that the moon, ye ken, was guide
thing for a-kirnin milk an preservin
cheese" Dick said, looking very guilty,
not by any means satisfied in his own
mind that he had answered the question
in the right way or had fully compre-
hended it, his thoughts at the moment
being in an entirely different direction.
There was a merry laugh in Mays eyes.
but she restrained its vocal expression.
She merely shook for a moment with
the emotion and then tried to appear
serious.
maggie, said Dick at length, still
digging up the earth with his heel,
Eyer 10 engaged, are ye, tae onybody:"
Engaged? -michty.
"Weel--I was juist speerin, ye
IAN what max Is ye speer a question
like that, Dickl"
"Weel-tae tell We the honest Gods
truth, Maggie, l want tae be engaged
Tao ye mysel
"Diclk Lang"
AYE, 'at's me that's speakin, Mag
gle, an nae i;her. Mag, lassie, if We only
kent hoo muckle loo We. haena had
NIGHTS sleep thinkin ABBOTT ye for the
last fornicht.
''That's no muckle."
"But that's no a., Maggie. was
thinkin ABBOTT Bob Spaldin. 1t was the
thocht O. him takin We frae me. That
was it, lassie-that was it. I've been
thinkin ABBOTT ye for years
Mag looked across the fields at the
red ball of fire that formed great semi
circle on top of a purple hill that bound
ed the far side of the distant glen.
a.sWill we hae me, Maggie?" asked
Dick inploringly.
''No, l winna," came promptly from
her lips.
"Ye winna-O Maggie, think again,
for an answer like that gaes hame like
the stab O. a knife. Is't possible that
We dinna ken I've never looed onybody
but yersel'? I've he'd nae heart tae gle
tae onybody sim l kent We years lang
game by. I'm no sac guide lookin as
Bob Spaldin, an dinna carry my haid
sac high, an maybe that stands i my
wi moo. But, Maggie, I've heart here
that's yours as though it had never be-
Hanged tae me. Whan my granny dees,
l get 'er biggin, 'er coo an a. 'er chat
tels--that IS in 'er will, Maggie. The
hoos wad be DOR ain, an prood wad
be tae max ye it's queen. But abune
a. that, Maggie, I loo We sairly, an I'll
never loo anither. Think again afore
ye answer me-will We haze me, Mag
gie?"
Dick took Mays hand in his, and she
pressed it. She said nothing, but sim
ply smiled. Her silence was accep-
tance.--Detroit Free Press.