The Black Hills union. [volume] (Rapid City, Pennington County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1889-1904, 1895-02-15

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il ~ dslplendid night. Tho stars
ahone beautifully, the air was soft and
balmy. Wayne villa was brilliantly
illuminated; Chinese lanterns shone
here and there among the trees-n
fact, it looked like 8 fairy paradise;
carriages drove up and deposited ladies'
and gentlemen and the sound of music
was heard from the parlors. Miss Clara
Wnvna was giving a ball.
Then he thought some one mlgnI
come along If he dallied, and, discover
ing what q wonderful woman she was,
win the prize he coveted away from
him. He felt as if there was possible
danger in delay.
But how to say what he wanted to-
that was what troubled him. Z,
Little cold shivers went over him and
his tongue would cleave to the roof of
his mouth. He lf6lt 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 q constant visitor to
Wayne villa for several months, and
he was thinking this morning, as he
walked ~leisurely up the path, that If
he could but meet Miss Forsythe he
would speak.
AS he turned a bend in the path he
saw seated on 9 rock under a shady
+ the object OF his thoughts.
She -smiledaWhen she saw who it was
that had intruded upon her peaceful
privacy; and the poor, lovesick artist
thought she had the sweetest smile he
had ever Gen.. She made room for MIN
and he sat down beside her.
This is q lovely morning for sketch
ing, and ! thought I would sketch some
OF this i.l beautiful Acenery, but now that
I havesfound something so 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.
ThenftheFe was.:a little silence, which
Miss Forsythe broke by saying:
Here comes your protege," as Flora
Hale came tearing down the path at,
breaknsckk' speed.
20. dcary' sighed the poor artist,
with comical despair. II don't see
why I should be SO prosecuted, do you?
That child worries the life out of me-"
81 say" called out Miss Flora, while
yet long way of. you aren't a fool,
are your.
81 hope not" answered the aston
ished mar. "What makes you ask such
a question:"
4: 30. cause" answered Miss Flora.
''You see, I heard ma and Mrs. Insley
talking about you an Miss Forsythe.
an Mrs. Insley said it was as plain az
h 8 on your face that you loved
her like everything, only.you 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 a
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 can't remember, but I 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 b]ushing 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
do you care anything for me? I GER
tainly do for you"
Then he found himself holding u
his hand to her, and she put her hand
in his, and then he kissed her. He
wondered at himself and his new-founo
courage, for he kissed her again.
But the fact of his su dden bravery
was enough to make him us
as most:lovers ire and he actually pu,
his arm around Miss Forsythe and gave
her a third kiss.
Miss Flora stood and watched mat
ters with mouth and eyes wide open.
taking rapid and accurate observations
OF what was transporting.
Don't tell, will you, dear2" said
Miss Forsythe, coaxingly.
NO, not for anything" answered
Flora, with a grin.
An hour later, as the artist and Miss
Forsythe came up to the house, they
heard Flora rehearsing the whole at
fair to q group of delighted children.
20, but it was just JOLLY cried s he.
He just got awful red an kinder
rolled his eyes up to her-this way; an,
she was redder n he was, an pretended
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