The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1895-05-02

| HIM SOFTLY WHISTLE.
was big sandhill on his left; he turned
aside and mounted it. Ten kisses" hs
groaned, and looked vacantly around him.
He slowly descended the mound and
walked toward the inn. The "Ships" sign
could be seen long before the inn. Within
a few PAGES Of the sign Shelah halted. He
could hear horses hoofs paving the ground.
He was soon RECALLED with little whistling,
then the softly hummed verse of song.
| The words came to his ears with aggrayating
| clearness:
You've all heard Of Larry orTooie,
Ofthe beautiful town Of Drumgoolo
He had but one eye
To ogle ye by;
Och, martler, but that was jewl.
A fool
He made of the girls, this oTooIe.
There next sounded some loud laughter,
step on the tiled path Of the inn, then the
| singer spoke. 4" / drink thy health, my
charmer," he said, in the Rivington brew"
After that he spoke lower, but the words
reached Shelah,s ears. "You got my note,
Jenny, but you never came. Why was
that"
al was afraid! And oh, what would
father say if he knew you sent me that note
with all those-those -
The musical voice ended suddenly.
Kisses, Jenny" finished the horseman
"well, l don't know. / don't particularly
| care. Love is altogether reckless. And for
you, my gypsy, l would risk anything.
Now tell me, Jenny, when can you meet me
alone? 1t is a small favor for lover to
| ask. When shall it be?"
Jenny was silent.
Jenny" said the rider seriously, "do you
| love me?"
Holding his breath, Shelah waited for the
answer. 1t was inaudible.
"Come a little closer, Jenny" said the
horseman gaily; kisses on paper is nothing
| to kisses in -
Hush!" cried Jenny; someone is COM
| ing!"
| 1t was Shelah He rounded the corner in
time to see Mr.. Cyril Rivington riding away.
With his head bowed Shelah crossed the
| threshold of the inn door; lie was met inside
| by pretty, brown-cheeked girl, whose face
had heightened and rather unusual bloom.
At sight of Shelah she looked disconnected.
"Jen, lass" he said, 81 want to speak to
you; want to ask you somethin'."
Jenny started, and there was q sensible
diminuti0n of the color in her cheeks. Not
now Shelah," she said nervously. Pm
busy now. Wait till father comes in."
Mo- said Shelah, u can't wait. If /
don't speak now / shall never speak. l
shan't stop you long"
"Well, then," said Jenny, "say it quick.
What is it?" She seated herself with her
face to the window and her foot nervously
tapping the sanded floor.
ITS this" said Shelah, and his voice
shook little; we ha' been sweet-heartin'
for a long time, aud l want to know when
we are goin' 10 get married, Jen"
Never she said sOftly
"Never?" he replied huskily.
" / should only make you wretched. l
want you to give me up, to forget me, She
lah.n
"Give you up, Jen! Give you up, lassl
Give up my life-ask me for that, Jen, but
don't ask me to give you mp, sweetheart, for
l do so love you, my dear"
Jenny's lips quivered and her eyes began
to fill with tears, but she kept her face to the
window at would break my heart to
marry you, for 1 love someone else"
"YOu love someone else?" said Shelah,
mechanically.
eyes, and he is going to marry me. So
you see, Shelah, it would be wrong for me to
marry you. L should be always miserable
and wretched, and should make you mis-
erabe and wretched, too; so please, dear
Shelah, let me go and-and forget me-" She
ended with n sob
White and still sat Shelah; then heavily
and wearily he rose. Jenny uncovered her
face for moment. At the sight of his she
hid it again. Forget you, lass" he said,
never can." Moved perhaps by the
thought of what might have been, he leaned
down and gently pressed his lips to her
forehead. But if giving you up, lass" he
proceeded, huskily, "will make you happy,
why, en"-there was an agonizing ring in
his voice" why, give you up"
When she looked round again he was
gone.