The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1894-06-08

logiseT asked the girl, quickly regain.
Ing c0mp0sule.
"For what?" He came round to the
horses heads, and from TINT vantage
point looked steadily into the drivers
eyes.
"For calling me fcnian; you were
very unkind."
II didn't mean to be-" awkwarlly;
then humbly, haven't made up for
1t sinceY
But 1 was a stranger them" insist
ing on her injury. "That's why it hurt
me So"
II wouldn't hurt you for the world;
you know that, Ceciliar."
The girl WINGED slightly; his pro.
nunciation Of her name was one of the
little things that grated ON her scnsi-
tive taste: but II superfluOus letter or
two lose force when the aggrpssOr Is
is handsome and spirited. That lie
was both she acknowledged inwar,lly
and was moved to forgiveness. The
moment was fraught with peril for the
college scheme. 1t was rccetling stead.
lily into the distance; james Francis
saw his advantage aud nlclnly pursued
1t.
This is as good a time US any to
come to IN understanding. When 1
called you II fcnian hadn't ,vcn seen
you. don't know that l even knew
what fcnian meant. I don't know
yet, but of this am sure, whether you
are nilihist, fcnian or an anarchist,
or all three together, love you"
The horses tossed their heads impn-
ticntly, and the man passed his hand
soothingly over their glossy coats.
Lets cut another swath," suggested
the girl, irrcvcrently.
Not another blade" he declared,
until have my answer. Yes OF Eo!"
We'll, since YOU will have 1t, No"
"You don't mean it; shy you don't
Ccciliar," he pleaded, humbly yet hope
fully.
II do mean It," she asserted, passion.
ately. II never meant to settle down
on Il farm. i want to go thru lgh col
lege and write A. Il. to my aalnc.'
Write Journee instead" he said,
with telling insistence. "Give up the
school and come home to the farm.
Say yes. dear; youth never regret it."
The fringe of Gins, shading the brook
rirpled through the interval, caught
the rays of the setting SIN and cast
them back again like jnvelins Of light;
the girl was dimly aware that evening
was on the land. The air was heavy
with the fragrance of new-mown hay;
shimmering banks of clouds sank down
behind the trcctops; the chirping of
crickets and the far-off croaking of
frogs down In the alder swamp min.
gltsl with the lowing of cows and the
soft trilling Of birds seeking their nests,
the holy calm of nature so0thctl even
the unrest Of a wagering heart, and
hushed into silence the promD!ings of
ambition.
''Everything living is going home,"
said the girl very gently; "let us go,
too; see, the sun is nearly gone"
II am only waiting for my answer"
he reminded her.
DO you know Frank, that you have
asked me to renOuncc the hope Of a
lifetime? have struggled SO for Il
higher education" There was visit
full information in her voice that love in
terprcted correctly. She was pleading
to be saved from her less noble self.
We will seek 1t together" he an
swered: dear heart, life has only be-
gum"
Before the snow blew over the mead
ows Mrs. Forbes prediction came to
pass. The young teacher returned to
her city home. but not for long
II never thought I could settle down
on farm, mamma" she whispered,
during one of the long confidential
talks preceding the final going away;
''but Frank is-so-so-tlifferent."
The mothers face was beautiful, as
stroking the sunny head buried in her
lap she answered very softly. "A wo-
mans heart is IL veXatious thing, my
darling; its depths hold many Il secret;
but" with Il tentlerly indulgcnt smile,
love collluers all.-NIary Il. O'Sullivau
in Donohoc's Magazine.