Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1895-05-11

| IN all 10 me, OnIfl deatn uOtAS US part
"oh, Mr.. Bryting," she almost wept,
II am 50 sorry that understand
so well. am sure | never thought 1t
would come to this. | have always
! thought YOU were the hest friend |
ever had, and | have Slways esteemed
you 10 the utmost but l do not love
| YOU. cannot marry YOU
But YOU could learn" | pleaded
there in the sand-focl that | was 10
think that n woman could learn to
marry a man. Whoever heard Of such
a thing
No" she said, Il could not learn for
-tor-for-"
Don't finish the sentence" | said
bitterly, as l rose from my devotional
attitude, don't finish 1t, pray, l know
| You will say that You love another, and
that precludes your taking lessons
under my instructions, OF course |
went on, brutality enough, I'm IRE
1T would have been utterly impossi-
bic for You to have prevented me from
making the fool of myself have. and |
absolve You from any connivance in
the matter. May ask as an epilogue
TO this comedy, that you will tell me
who the happy mau is, that may con-
graduate him?"
Her eyes blazed and her cheeks red
dened, and how pretty she was as she
looked at me as an angry queen might
look upon an offending subject.
Mr. Bryting," she said, scornfully,
II had hoped TO spare You pain, and
had thought to say good-by to you
after this pleasant holiday by the sea
as friends say good-by, with sorrow in
ev cry note, but now | shall say good
by with unfeigned pleasure. and in
parting will feel a peculiar delight in
telling you that the happy man is your
friend, Mr.. Foster, and that he asked
me only yesterday to be his wife, and
| took this walk with You to tell
you so, and did not do so because, as
you are well aware, you took up all the
time at my disposal with the absurdly
important question you had to ask me"
What further remarks she might
have made | have no means OF know
ing, but they would no doubt have
gone much further, for in an angry
woman's game with language she plays
without limit, but fortunately for my
self-esteem we were startled at that
moment by the shouts of a party COM
ing over a sand hill to our left, and by
the time we had made a rapid change
in our outward show of temper the
crowd was upon us, They had come
ont in search of us to Join a party for a
sail. and among the searchers were
Mr., Foster and Miss Morton. Under
the circumstances 1t was not a difficult
matter for Miss Allen and myself to
effect an interchange of escorts, and
accompanied Miss Morton back to the
hotel, leaving Miss Allen TO the tender
IN arcies Of her fiance.
As Miss Morton and | followed in the
wake of the returning procession,
made myself particularly gay, and she
seemed to appreciate me more than she
had ever done.
What a color you have to-day, Mr..
Bryting," she exclaimed, as she looked
at me with admiring eyes.
II wasn't aware of it, really" l re-
piled, with a culpable lack of truth in
my words, for ! knew | must be flushed
after what | had just gone through, not
to mention the fact that | could feel
my face burning as If I had been
standing in the hot sun bareheaded.
well, you have" she continued,
and it makes you handsomer than |
ever saw you before"
Possibly" I said speaking slowly
and with evident feeling, 'it is because
the full sunshine OF your kindliness
has never shone on me before and 81 v
en- me its radiance"
oh" she exclaimed, "this is per-
fectly delicious. You talk just like a
! character in q novel
us it novel for a man to love a beau.
tiful woman?' | asked, looking square
ly into her eyes, and thinking how
much prettier than Miss Allen she was.
Are you in love?' she asked, with
charming naivete.
At this moment we were a hundred
yards or more behind the party, and il
was five minutes after eleven o'clock
a. IN.
"Oh, MYRTLE" broke out with a fer.
vor | did not think | vas capable Of,
don't you know that | am In love, and
don't you know with whom? Haven't
you seen every day for weeks, that you
held my heart in thrall, and that you
were its queen? Don't you know, Myr-
tie, that | have been waiting for and
wishing and hoping for the propitious
time when | could tell you this? Now,
| am soon to go back to my work, to
the dark and dismal town, and before ]
go won't you give me your heart to
take the place of mine YOU have taken
away, that its light may make sun
shine along all the paths of the future
my footsteps may fall upon? Tell me,
Myrtle, tell me?' and in my wild ar
dor ] caught her hand in mine and
kissed it.
'Oh." she exclaimed, snatching il
away, don't do that. They'll see us
What do l care?" replied. IAN
honest love fears no criticism"
- know, ! KNOW" she stammered,
"but you mustn't talk love to me. ]
can't listen to you now. Jack Foster and
| are engaged. He asked me yester
day. and we are to be married in De
cember."
And II was fifteen minutes after
eleven o'clock a. m. - Detroit Free
Press.