Great Falls weekly tribune. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1894-1???, 1895-11-22

mind IN the least. The admission was
like Wine TO me. L took a deep breath
and buried II hand III the hot grass.
but you are Il wolnan," | said.
"That makes it all the worse, doesn't
it?" she asked.
"Not at all. You are a woman, you
are young, you arc beautiful"
'Illat's very pretty" She said, "but
what them"
"Now L." hurried on, ''am a man
with nothing but my brain to earn mon
ey with, Il brain that has the trick Of
getting added with overwork. She
looked at me again and laughed,
'To11 are giving ii q rest down here
anyway she said.
I'm not SO sure about that. Now, if
l were not poor, there are all kinds Of
things should like to say today. ! am
gong to say them as it is, butt
'Sball we move Il little farther down
tho hill:' she 1aid. / helped her to her
feet, quite satisfied with the progress |
was making. My resolution had grown
SO rapidly that l forgot how perfectly
innocent had been of it an hour before.
My W youth, the girls delightful
grace and candor, and the in%toxication
OF the sunlight had all combined to
make mo forswear prudence and take
one Of life's chances at it's best.
AS we went down the hill she started
running, in sheer jo]yousness, and being
suddenly confronted with a gorse bush,
had no course but to jump over it. Her
dress caught, and there was the sound
Of sudden rending.
"Oh, you have torn your frock" l
cried.
"lt was your fault she said, with
sweet illogic.
sit vas" I said penitently. "Let
ME pin it up for you" With the aid of
three pins [ succeeded in making her
p%rescntable, and then we sat down again
to rest.
"I'm going to finish what l was say
ing now" I said. She looked at me and
pouted a little, but was not displeased.
Her hand was resting on a bed of purple
bugle neal me, and l took it in one of
mine.
"What a pretty, brown hand this is!''
l said. 'HOw wise you are to let the
sun play with it! When l met you first,
two months ago, it was quite white"
II hate gloves" she said.
"Of course you do. Have you ever
noticed that the veins are like the
shadow of a branch on short grass?" l
lifted her w hand up to her for in
spection, and so brought it to the level
of my lips.
"Do you know" she said, "that you
are being rather foolish?"
eff l am answered, cit is your
fault. Forgive me. l would have kiss
ed the hand if she had not suddenly
withdrawn it.
"Oh, look" she cried, "there is
mammal and indeed that discreet lady
was following my track across the
meadow with Il truth of instinct that
did her credit. But l was not discom-
posed, / took the hand again.
"She cannot be here for ten min
utes," l said, "and l have not finished
what l meant to say"
"Oh, be quick, then!" she cried.
"Re quick!"
"Let us unite our poverties," I said,
land see whether we cannot evolve
riches from the union. The experiment
has, | believe, been tried before"
She turned to me, and her eyes told
me that she understood.
eff you only knew how funny you
she said. "Do put YOU hat
No--let me do it for you"
She did it for me, and somehow our
lips met.
"This has been "A great day for me-"
] said. There was Il rnstling in the
bracken a moment later, and Mrs. Bur
sar emerged upon Us. l rose and bowed.
"GoOd morning, Mrs. Bursar - |
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