Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1894-03-16

him. He felt as il 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 that if he be-
gan to propose words would forsake
him, and there he would stand, gasp
ing and opening his mouth like a dying
fish
He had been 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 intrudcd 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 80 much more
interesting to me and so much more
beautiful IL think I-would-would-
would"
Rather talk" interrupted Miss For
sythe, with a quizzical smile.
And the artist blushed like any rose
at his foolish speech.
Then there was little silence, which
Miss Forsythe broke by saying;
Here comes your protege," as Flora
Hale came tearing down the path at
breakneck speed.
20, dear" sighed the poor artist,
with comical despair II don't see
why should be 50 prosecuted, do you?
That child worries the life out of me"
II say" called out Miss Flora, while
yet long way of, you aren't a fool,
are you?"
IL hope not" answered the aston
ished man. What makes you ask such
question:
80, cause" answered Miss Flora.
You see, heard ma and Mrs Insley
talking about you an Miss Forsythe,
an Mrs. Insley said it was as plain as
the nose on your face that you loved
her like everything, ,onlyyOu daren't say
so. An ma she said you was foolish
not to tell her an done with it, for
she'd seen how you wanted to for
good while, an she said Miss FOrsythe
thought her eyes of you, an you must
see it if you wasn't a fool, an lots more
that l can't remember. But l knew
you wasn't a fool"
And then this little protege smiled
lovingly up in the red, red face of the
poor artist.
He glanced at Miss Forsythe. She
was blushing like the reddest rose Of
summer The sight gave him courage.
Miss Forsythe," he began, and then
he got frightened and paused.
But he mustered courage and went
on:
do you care anything for me? l GER
tainly do for you"
Then he found himself holding out
his hand to her, and she put her hand
in his, and then he kissed her lie
wondered at himself and his new-found
courage, for he kissed her again.
But the fact of his su dden bravery
was enough to make him as courageous
as most lovers are, and he actually put
his arm around Miss Forsythe and gave
her third kiss
Miss Flora stood and watched mat
ters with mouth and eyes wide open,
| taking rapid and accurate observations
of what was transpiring.
Don't tell, will you, dear?" said
Miss Forsythe, coaxingly.
mo, not for anything" answered
Flora, with grin.
An hour later, as the artist and Miss
Forsythe came up to the house, they
heard Flora rehearsing the whole af
fair to group Of delighted children.
20, but it was just jolly" cried he.
"He just got awful rcd an kinder
rolled his eyes up to her-this way; an
she was redder n he was, an pretended
she seen something on the ground,
when there wasn't thing to see; an
he says: Il love you more'n tongue can
tell an stuck his hand right out
tO'rds her-so-an' she took hold of it an
then he kissed her again, an then he
stuck out both his arms-this way-an
hugged her, an then he kissed me an
called me an anger-here 'the angel
stopped TO titter-"an' as near as ! can
make out he'd never have said nothin'
if ! hadn't helped him, cause he's Il
man, an men are 'fraid of women"
The artist and his companion looked
at each other and laughed.
Just then up came Mr. Wayne and
startled him by clapping him on the
back, saying:
Hello, old fellow! Why, what in
the world is the matter with you?"
Nothing" said Arthur, recovering
himself.
Well, it was but few weeks till
Miss Forsythe became Mrs. Lyle, and
Mr. Clifton Wayne cannot comprehen d
how Arthur overcame his hatred for
| girls. s."-Francis Lee Hare.