The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1895-03-21

horse ran away in Maine held on,
and that red-headed young man said l
was game"
She looked at him wicliedly out Of
the corner of her eye. A little smile
curved her pretty mouth as she saw the
wrinkle on his forehead.
II wish that you could be serious for
little WHILE" Oliver muttered. II
want to talk to you about something
that concerns your future-something
that has happened"
Oliver hesitated now; how could he
tell her? She listened with her eyes on
the carpet, a doleful expression on her
face. He went off on a new tack. In
an easy conversational tone he asked:
would you not like to live in
France?"
NO" she said, promptly; "I should
hate it,"
"Why?"
Observation-Disclosures" answered Mrs.
Minny, picking viciously at one of hcI
roses, scattering the petals on the
floor: from IIenri's descriptions hi,
relations must be horrid. Then he OF
nice; everything is France. / should
be mad n hundred times a day. Tn,
English up in the park used to say
This blarsted country, you know un.
til felt like saying; why don't yor
go back to England and stay there?
To the De Restauds should be the un
pleasant foreigner our poor son mar
ried; in my own country | am myself
an American. | think it is very mean
of you to talk about my going t.
France; and il that is the serious thins
you needn't talk any more. If you arc
going to be horrid think l shall gt
out and take my dog for walk"
How sweet she was in her willtul
ness! Oliver forgot his errand, looking
at the lovely childish face with iu
poutinR mouth and rebellious eyes.
IL think you are cruel to my poo,
rose" he said, softly.
"You are cruel to me-"
"Minny," he drew nearer and took ir
his firm warm clasp her little hand, 81
must tell you something-somethi
that will shock and grieve you. Try
and be brave"
Not the little baby?" she cried, pit
eously. "lie is not dead?"
mo, no; but some one is dead-one
that you feared, almost hated, and now
must forgive and try to think kindly
of-the mar whose name you bear"
She gave frightened cry and hid
her face against his sleeve. He could
feel her tremble and quiver, but she
made no sound. What must he do:
Would she faint? How did women act
anyway? He put his arm around the
covering figure and tried to look into
her face. She was ghastly pale
| in her eyes a curious frightened look
My dream, Mr.. Olivcr!" she cried
| shuddering. "Oh, he will keep hi;
word; he will haunt me always.
shall go mad from fear. Last night
| that was him. He looked just as hC
used to when he woke me up making
faces. | am all alone. What shall do
Oh, if Aunt Hannah were only here!
could creep up to her in the night, She
is so brave; she said she wouldn't be
afraid of him, living or dead"
"Mipuy, you are talking foolishly,
said Oliver, sternly. mo dead person
comes back. | am ashamed of you
And to be SO silly, SO heartless, whcr
that poor soul is lying dead"'
You don't know anything about the
dead; no one does" she gasped. my
| grandfather was drowned at sea, anC
! that night he came and knocked Al
grandmother's door-his old knock
three times. Even Aunt Hannah say;
that story's true. | can't be sorry
truly, can't. was afraid all the time
and he was so dreadful gave him
all mammals money, and he took hei
jewels, everything of value. | am no,
a hypocrite, Mr.. Oliver; can't mas
up sorrow just to please you"
II don't want you to-" he whispered
close to her ear, They were alone in q
/ corner Of the big room, and no one
! could see. II spoke hastily because
hated TO think of that dream and how
you would make yourself believe lac
came back"
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