The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1896-07-25

evening, you know. and the sky's
cloudy even yet"
That's nothing" said her COM
panion. with laugh. II don't believe
I'll buy the gloves just yet"
I'm get them for you II You like. I'm
going to ride over to Ipsi this after
noon"
No, thanks" was the laughing an
swer, and then the girls separated
But Miriam was not so light-hearted
to-day as she had led her friend TO
imagine. Somehow Karl's treatment
OF her had often wounded her OF late.
Ii was not that he was unkind. but
some way the old, friendly relations
were broken. Karl was not the jolly
companion he had once been. He was
silent and reserved; kind, always, hut
somehow the girl was miserable and
unhappy.
And Karl? He. too. felt the differ
ence, but to save his life he could not
treat Miriam in his old. friendly fash
ion. Why, he could not have told, but
he realized that life in these past
weeks was very different thing from
that OF the years before. The hills
about the little college town had looked
more beautiful in their snowy white
ness against the winters sky when he
went with Miriam in their weekly
rambles.
On this December day, when Miriam
had met Mary Sanborn, the girl was
unusually restless and unhappy. She
could not study. and after wandering
aimlessly about the house for some |
hours, she suddenly put on her hat, re-
membering some trihe she had in
tended to buy at Ipsi, town a few
miles distant. Hastily putting the |
saddle on her horse. she started on |
down the road. This was Miriam's |
usual mode of recreation, and no mat
ter how cold or stormy the day. she |
always returned from her ride re-
freshed and in good spirits. 1t was
early in the afternoon when she |
started.
I'll surely be back before dark,
she said, as she left the house, but the |
hours wore away and she did not re-
turn. A binding snowstorm had set in
with the approach of evening. 1t was /
difficult TO discern objects in the gath
ering dusk and the flakes fell thicker
and thicker as the darkness became
more intense. So it was with start
OF surprise that man refined in his
horse as the animal started at the sight
of something by the roadside-a dark /
object, strangely like n human form.
In an instant he had dismounted and
then Karl Scott heard a sobbing voice
that sent the blood to his heart in
great bounds. He bent over the
mournful little figure and the next in
slant he had gathered the sobbing form |
in his arms and was holding 1t as |
though he would never let ii 90 again. /
"Oh, Karl, l thought no one would |
ever come and my foot hurts me So"
Then two arms crept up about Karl's I
neck and for awhile the darkness and |
the storm were forgotten by the two |
there alone on the hills.
Miriams horse had thrown her as !
she was returning and for several |
hours she had been here by the road |
side with terrible pain in her ankle |
and chilled and wet by the storm. And |
then the darkness had come and the |
girl had given up all hope of rescue for |
that night, till she had looked up TO |
see Karls frightened, gray eyes and |
felt his kisses on her lips. How she !
got home that night the girl could !
never have told, but there was always |
the dreamy consciousness of her lovers |
white, anxious face bending over her.
But. Karl, just think How will / |
ever endure it?" said Miriam one even
ing, a few days later, as she was lying |
on the couch by the open fire, whose |
rudy CLEAN was making a hundred |
fantastic shadows in the little room
and making the sweet, girlish face
there among the cushions more beauti-
full than ever, as Karl, who was bend
ing over il. fondly imagined.
You know these girls will never |
get through teasing me. And l was so
sure. too. Why did you do it. Karl %
this last with a reproachful glance
from her brown eyes that makes her
lover answer softly, as he bends and
kisses her:
why, just because | couldn't help il,
dear"
And. strange to say, this illogical
answer seemed quite satisfactory to |
the college girl, though in all her
studies in Kant and Spencer no trace OF /
such reasoning had ever been found.
The next mornings mai! brought a |
package to Mary Sanborn, and as she
held up to view q dozen pairs of gloves, |
she said critically:
Il always knew Miriam Westcott ha,j |
good taste in gloves"