Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1894-09-22
But / want TO speak to yon. Di-

DIS SCISSORS cleaned nervousIy
among the rose-stems.
Its very-particular business
indeed, " said Mrs. Appleby. holding
her parasol 50 that the sun should not
rudely touch ner we'll l-po wdered cheek.
"a great secret
Diana lifted her large melting eyes.
"What can you possibly mean." said
she
II have never told soul about it, !"
said the widow. ''But such thing
happened once at house where 1 was
staying before dear Appleby died. and
the Judge decided that it was gen
uine ceremony.
The roses fell in crimson drift on
the grass; the basket rolled away.
"What are you talking about, Mrs.
Appleby?' cried Di, all in fatter.
Nothing. said the widow, vindic.
lively. except thaS you're really,
legally married to that New York
mani
~" echoed Di 'Married?"
He can insist upon it if he chooses,
announced Mrs. AppleDy. "a man
twice your age! And must say, Di-
ana Dolby, that you richly deserve
this awful doom, flirting and carrying
on as you have done. Yes, l must re-
iterate that it serves you right!'
Between every sentence she paused,
as if Tor reply, but Di kept supreme
ly silent. She was slowly gatherin-,>
up her roses into the -ribboned
basket once more.
What have you to say for your
self?" viciously demanded Mrs. Ap,
pleby. giving the girls shoulder lit
tie shake answer, you pert mink -
'sLet 60 my arm y cried Di. And
I'm not a mink
YOU'RE married-yes, married to
that old mani" Historically cried the
widow.
well, what if I am?'' retortel Di-
ana, driven at last to some active re.
sponse. ''de's as hands ONE as Apollo
and like him. And I'd as soon be
married to :lim as not I never did
care for BOYS Go away, Mrs Apple
! by, and leave me to finish picking my
roses"
''1on bold grill" fut tered the ex.
asperated widow. "Never did dream
YOU wonld face it out like this. But
if you will solemnly promise never to
speak to him again I'll say nothing OF
this dreadful complication to any one
| else. Promise, Dianar'
81 won't" cried the girl. II won't
| Iwon't!"
Just then Mrs. Applebv's maid was
heard shrillv calling for her. She
darted one venomons glance at Di and
vanished among the trailing briers of
] the roses.
Diana sat down among ner flowers,
and began to cry. She had been pluck )
| enough under fire but now u strange
| tewilderment came over her-a ter
| ror for which she could not account
and she started rervously IS rustlina
sounded from the summer house be-
yond.
Could it be possible that some one
was thereo
A strong, shapely hand put aside the
fringes of the hammock suspended
there-a mans figure came down the
steps and plunged into the fragrant
wilderness of the rosery.
| ''Di!" said Santley Yorke. "My
little pearl among pearls! Look up
and say the enchanted words again.
You do like me? You would as soon
be married to me as not?"
'.She-she drove me to it!' fal
tered Di.
YVES, the first tune. Now let me
win vou to it the second time. Look
into my eyes. sweet Di. Speak from
your heart. ;"
And there. among the roses. pretty
Di lifted her shy glance to his face and
uttered the dictates of her girl heart
81 like you, Mr.. forke. I would
rather be married TO vou than not"
he took ner lovingly IN her arms.
Then Tn not such an old fogv,
after all2'
-"You're just right" she whispered.
"But Is It true. Are we really mar
, ried?"
No, dearest, we are no: married
All that IS only Mrs. Appleoy's hatred
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