The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1896-11-13
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ul0Aeo M0 WANT W W BOOUs NOI0lu8
else matters. Al the things we value
want only to be good" #
He nodded. He knew, or guessed,
what she meant; but he was genuine
John Bull, to whom gush il impossible.
Only upon q very great emergency was
glimpse below his levelled surface
to be obtained.
He kept his eye on her glowing face
in lieu Of those glorious waters. She
caught his glance, heSltated and then
jumped to her feet.
Eve ought to co., she said; and a.
he did not dispute her assertion ehe
retraced her steps, he following in her
wake. 49fgf rs
As matter Of course, but with com.
plete authority, Mr.. Jones took Helen,s
guidance into his hands. He helped
her into the cart, wrapped q light rug
over her knees and decidedly mega
lived her ardent desire to drive her.
self. 81
Lean back" he said; .'that seat Ii
pretty comfortable, and you must be
tired"
"I'm not the least tired. should
like to drive"
ar. Are you used to driving?"
She was accustomed to driving the
rectQr's rough, gray pony, which lived
In the paddock and was twenty years
old.
.Then you shall take the reins pres
emily. She Is fresh at starting and
know her ways. She will soon cool
down. Do you mind my smokingT'
''Not II the wind won't blow 1t in my
face" she candidly replied. She did
not share the modern damsel's oft-as-
serted passion for the fragrance Of to-
bacco.
1.-The wind is the other way and am
half foot above you," he urged with
some natural anxiety.
s'Then smoke by all means"
He thrust his hand into his pocket.
II have no light" he told her, $50 I
can't"
And he mounted to her side and they
started.
Few wild enjoyments equal that
soothing sense Of drowsy well being
in which a tired frame revels as 1t is
driven through the balmy air Of a
warm summer evening, with fresh
horse between the shafts that covers
the ground with q long, easy. equal
stride, traversing, too. such wild and
w0ndrous scenery as beggarS descrip-
ton.
Helen's face still wore the reflection
of that softened intensity Of feeling
which 1t had caught by the river side.
The long hours she had passed in the
open air had lulled the aggressive vi
vacity Of her youth; the spirit Of mis-
chief no longer ,sharpened her eyes,
her dimples played family In her colt
cheeks. She was gentle, therefore
more womanly, and for that reason q
thousand times more winning than be-
fore.
He and she were talking as though
they had been friends from childhood.
II that cool, brotherly demeanor Of his
was assumed for her deception It was
q clever and seductive mask.
"How do you like Jack Peel?" he
was asking her. "You and he spent
the day together pretty well, didn't
ypa?
him-a little; but he hates everybody,
and doesn't admire anything"
II suppose he admireS Mrs. PeelW
isn't She pretty? I didn't know she
was married, not to him."
"You mean she flirts? Oh, YES. she
does"
"She is very pretty and amusing"
"She's butterfly; but man wants
more than color, down, beauty to live
upon. That sort Of thing is stunning,
but you want sunshine to show it OF.
A butterfly isn't much to admire on q
wet day. A good deal Of rain falls in
Devon-and elsewhere"
ION a wet day one can stay indoors"
Helen had a suspicion that she was
butterfly; her high spirits were IA
tiguing.
"a butterfly indoors; think Of the
futtering on the window pane"
"a butterfly can't help being q but
teriy."
mo more than chrysalis can
help being q chrysalis. Both are
nice in their way, but I have
no wish to own either the one
or the other. Don't argue with me,
please, I'm not up to it; but I know
what mean and know what like.
want wife far better than am
myself, some one who would keep me
| up to the mark, some one who would
do what told her, and yet some one
whom should only tell to 60 her
own way, because should know her
to be wise and straight. I couldn't
stand any woman whom had to look
after; it would knock the, love clean
out OF me-"
All this overwhelmed Helen; he did
not know how interesting this lady in
the clouds had lately become to Mr..
Jones.
$50 you would marry an angel" she
remarked, with malicious smile;
poor angel"
He laughed. II
Poor angel" he repeated, glancinc
at her. "How can an angel be Door
madam? The sense Of her superiority
would keep her rich and me humble
No angel, however angelic, for me-
"You are hard to please"
ION the contrary, I am always pleas
ed, but never satisfied"
Il think man ought to be very
thankful II he ever persuades am
woman. Of any sort, to be his WIFE,
remarked. Miss Milford, yawning de
Nberately. 81 81.
4 Her words and her yawn discon
certed her companion and for som,
n minute6 thew drove on IN Alliance Al !