The Globe-republican., 1894-12-21
down thar. You are the IstcEsaxsnesS
srester ever seed.

down thar. You are the IstcnsaxsnesS
srestsr ever seed
The girl came back, laughing an
apology for the mischief which she had
wrought. and the woman was scolding
her, though with leksening hsrshness,
when the mirthtul, apology and tho
reprimand were put 70 AT end by the
sudden appearance Of . man, who,
laxily turning bend In the path that
ran round q corner OF the house, came
sloxching toward the woman. He held
up piece q paper. 4astsrsd IT. and
Arswlinsly said:
"Got this here fer Miss Nell"
"For me?" tho girl cried, running to-
ward him. She snatchcd the piece Of
paper, ran away short distance,
halted. and read the following:
Now that have found out you hato mo and
toH want 70 Be kissed all tks t!uae. Am goia'
away 70 be . post and when Am one know
gou VIII love ne sone and will let me kiss you
, payt Of The tine ~ least II / Cont become
, poet never will come bsek again. for bsin'
poet IS tho only way can win your love. FOO
ihss = thS only way can Learn " tell you how
much love you. and whom have done THAI
sou eau't help lovia' me. for then you viii sec
ian get V be poet before Christmas, but I
an sure viii By then. 30 you may look for ne
Christmas; and IL By nny strange possibility I
don't sc: 10 DO . poet n time 10 reach homo By
Christmas. you just keep On dssp!sin' me -
much Is you please. but you must keep on .
IKE she bass dcos ~ pesreh. fos - tell yoa
I'll 60 back
"Ysvrs. SAN.
A change came with tho reading Of
the note. Tho noon in her eyes 50.
bered into q twilight For the FIRST
limo In her life she Wa seriouA She
turned 70 her mother and said:
II am swfu! sorry turned over that
shurn.'
Tho woman was surprised Whats
the matter, dear1 Never mind about
the churn. What's In the note, Nellie?"
"Nothin'; only Sam has gone away
snd won't come back tell he's poet
snd I'm afraid no won't be ono before
Christmas and want him now"
'But maybe he can git the job before
then. It's good while till Christmas.
and good many things mout turn up
twixt now and then. Don't fret pone. :"
But she did fret. She frettsa for
weeks at time; At morning when she
saw the dew on tho trumpet vine, at
boon whom she stood, gazing into the
blue pool, at evening when the whip
poorwill sang his sad song. The season
vipened, tho grain was reaped, the
leaves had fallen-Christmas was ap-
preaching, coming slowly down. Il
seemed, from the browning hills
Christmas Eve. Christmas night Tho
Kirl stood In the door, listening. Nd
sounds except the faint hack. hack,
hack Of an evenings woodchoppsr, fss
away. and the lowing Of q cold and des-
olato COW In she ravine. Ho did not
come.
Tho grass was green again. tho
leaves esmo out, tho blackberry briars
wero In bloom. tho water pouring over
tho shelf Of slate struck a sweetcr, sad
der note. Tho season drew long
breath and another change came
It was Christmas night, and the girl
stood in tho door. Tho belated wood
choppers hack, hack. hack was heard.
and the Same cold COW was lowing In
the ravine.
Good evening""
Gracious alive, Is this you, Sam?''
YES" he said, still standing back
from her. The freight falling upon
( him showed that he was we'll dressed.
Wont you come IN. Sam?"
mo, for you'll still have 10 deepia
me-"
"Why?"
Because I'm not poet"
"Whst are you, Sam?"
II am an agent for q patent churA
dasher."
She sprang forward and threw her
arms about him "Oh, I am 80 glad,
she cried. And you may kiss me all
the time"