The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1894-04-14

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.ried. rs Arthur stood. with his eyes
vide open, looking at Miss Forsythe.
For in Miss Forsythe he recognized
the beautiful girl he had met so unex-
pectedly in the morning. However, he |
himself suficien thy to con.
verse as if nothing had happened.
From that time he found that he
loved her. She was a woman after his |
own heart. But he didn't know how to |
tell her SO II he made up his mind that
he cared to marry. So he waited.
Then he thought some one might
come along il 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 thatif 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 a constant visitor. to
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.
As he turned bend in the path he
saw seated on rock under shady
tree the object Of his thoughts
She smiled when she saw who it 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 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 IL think I-woulc---would-
would"
! Rather talk" interrupted Miss For
sythe, with a quizzical smile
! And the artist blnshed like any ROSE
! at his foolish speech.
! 0en CuSTc was ~ llttic oiCBtCs nhfN
! Miss Forsythe broke by saying:
Here comes your protege," as Flora
Hale came tearing down the path a.
breakneck speed
20. dcar.' sighed the poer artist
with coinical despair. II cont SCI
why should be SO prosecuted, do you
That child worries the life OF. of me.
II say" called out Miss Flora, whil'
!. yet long way off. "you aren't fool
are your
| II hope not" answered the aston
ished man. "What makes you ask sucl
. question:
30. cause" answered Miss Flora
"You see, heard ma and Mrs 1nsle
talking about you an Miss Forsythe
an Mrs Insley said it was as plain a
the nose on your face that you love
her like everything, only'you daren't sa
30. An MIA she said you was FOOLS
not TO tell her an done with 1t. 10
she'd seen how you wanted to for
good while, an she said Miss Forsyth
thought her eyes of you, an you mus
see it il you wasn't fool, an lots NOR
that | can't remember. but l knee
you wasn't fool"
And then this little protcge smile
J lovingly up in the red. red face of ii
poor artist.
. He glanced at Miss Forsythe. 81
was blushing like the redGest rose
: summer. The sight gave hiia courag
: Miss Forsythe," he began, and the
he got frightened and paused.
But he mustered courage and wei
, on:
: "Do. you care anything for me7 l ce
1 tainly do for you.
Then he found himself holding o
! his hand to her. and she put her hal
t in his, and then he. kissed her.
wondered at himself and his new-foul
g courage, for he kissed her again
!, But the fact of his su dden brave
r was enough to make him as courageo
e rs most lovers are. and he actually p
+ his arm around Miss Forsythe and ga
y her third kiss.
Miss Flora stood and watched m,
I tiers with mouth and eyes wide ops
Is taking rapid and accurate observatio
d of what was TRANSPORTING.
D Don't tell, will you, dcar?" So
Miss Forsythe. coaxingly.
y "No, not for anything" answer
y Flora. with grin.
lc An hour later, as the artist and NJ
I'd Forsythe came up to the house, til
1t heard Flora rehearsing the whole
fair to group of delighted children
10 20, but it was just jolly cried s
He just got awful red an kins
ne rolled his eyes up to her-this way;
IN she was redder N he was, an pretend
It, she seen something on the grou
cd when there wasn't thing to see;
he ssys: 4 love you more'n tongue
n tell an stuck his hand right
lords lier-so--an' she took hold oft
then he kissed her again, an then
stuck out both his arms-this way
ct Rugged her, an then he kissed me
II called me an anger'--here 1.-THE ang
Ok stopped TO titter-"an' as near as l I
e. make ont he'd never have said notl
II if ! hadn't helped him, cause he
man, an men are 'fraid of women"
Tho artist and his companion lool
.rs at each other and laughed.
nd Just then up came Mr.. Wayne |
Nv startled him by clapping him on
, Z back, saying:
in .Hcllo, old fellow! Why, what