The Penn's Grove record., 1894-01-12

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"You herep sho spoke almost
fercely.
eyes," he answered humby, not az
pressing the surprise he felt . tmeeting
her there at that early hour, nor making
any explanation as to his own conduct,
while the dull red creps up TO the roots
Of bis black hair.
"What you follerin' me fori" she
asked savsgeiy.
Then he did look surprised, for 70
him Il had seemed just the other way,
and when be first caught q glimpse Of
her dress through the trees, his heart
gave q sudden bound, and for an instant
only, he Hattered himself she came be-
cause he was there; but Il was only for
an instant. He made no reply as he
pushed the boat into the water and
threw the chsin in, preparing to follow.
"Yore allus in my way" she said
roughly.
He looked up quickly.
sam n" deeply.
"Yas, allus an allus. I wish you'd
60 away SO fur Z I'd never see you
ig'in."
She sat down aud buried her face in
her hands.
"Do you really mean that Wylit
Adams2" he asked as he stepped into his
little skiff.
"Yas," she nodded, 81 do;" and
then she heard the soft dip Of the oars a,
the boat went from shore, aud "NiP
gave a low, piteous whine, then all wal
still. Presently tie head that was buried
in the long, brown hands fell over tc
one side and rested against the trunk ol
Q tree, and Wylie Adams slept while the
dog lay DOING at her side.
Voices awoke her, and scrambling to
her feet, she saw her father with the
handsome stranger coming towards her.
Again the beautiful blush mounted he
cheeks, and with one bound she was GU
Of sight, and flying like q frightened
bird through the trees aud thick under.
brush. When she reached her humble
home again, she paused at the watering
trough and bathed her face, hands anj
feet.
"Mothcr," she said, coming close t.
her eide where she sat in the open door
sI'm sick; can't I put on my shoesa"
Mrs. Adams looked up quickly; she
was rough and uucouth, but the mother
heart was there.
al d'clar fer't, ye look sick. Whar ye
bin SO airly, Wylie1"
"Down yonder." the girl answered,
nodding towards the creek; and gaining
her mothers consent to don her foot.
wear, she FASTENED up to the loft and
put on her one pair of best stockings, a
mixed red and blue wooden, and her
coarse cowhide shoes, changed her apron,
smoothed down her hair, and came back
and sat down in a chair near the FIRE
place. The weather was still warm and
balmy, but she felt chilled through.
None too soon, for her father and Mr..
Howard Arson, the stranger, came in
almost instantly.
whats upf" her father asked, see
ing his daughter in holiday attire, while
Nj. Arson, noticing the change, was too
we'll bred to evince any surprise; but he
thought:
"Why, she is quite pretty" and then
forgot all about her.
sim afeerd she's SICK" Mrs. Adams
answered, solicitously, and laid her
coarse hand very gertly upon the girls
bot forhead.
sOh, l reckin not" said father, and
curued his attention to his guest, who
tesan making inquiries about procuring
employees to fell the trees and prepare the
ground for building.
Wylie Adams aud Beechuut Lord had
grown up side by side on the little
woodland farms owned by their parents,
and each was IN only child.
Wyiie's was a nature always at war
With itself, and yet, though she stung
him with taunts and treated him worse
than her dog, Beechnut toiled for her,
waited upon her, and loved her with a
dumb, hopeless sort of a devotion worthy
Of any woman's love, one might have,
said a better cause; but there were deep
wells In Wylie Adams's nature, all in
fathomed, and her capabilities for good
and usefulness, and kindly turns were
great.
That day Wyiio lesracl tuat Mr.. An.
SON was to board with her parents for
several weeks, as Mr.. Adams's house was
the nearest of access to his building site,
sud although everything was Of the
o~,ainest and coarscss, Mrs. Adams wal
iery neat, and the young millionaire was
ensible and content.
The next morning Wyiie went about
he house as usual, but she still wore her
hoes and stockings. When Mr.. Arson
:eturued to his supper that evening,
here was a different light in his eyes,
Ind he regarded the girl c~uriousiy.
As day after day passed by, Wylie's
,epugnancs to him grew less, uutil she
began to long for his presence. His
Tery indifference drew her toward him.
She began to do many little favors for
aim, which he seemed 10 take ss q mat
YER OF course.
Poor child, she did no. consider
wealth, education, station or power as
anything to be wished for, or as a bar.
rier between herself aud anything that
,he desired. She frequently gathered
fresh flowers and placed them in his
room, but he always gave her mother
the thanks for being so kind, and said
nothing to her. Strange to say, she did
not feel piqued-her heart sank aud a
great lonliness stole over her.
Child-like and ignorant, and wholly
innocent Of any wrong, she began dog
ging his footsteps, and lying in wait for
him as it were, only that she might be
near him. II he noticed it he did not
appear to OF first, but he began to frown
at her finally, aud thea the hot tears
,prang to her eyes aud she hid In the
bushes. and watched him from her little