The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1896-08-01

pTOcteueU 10 MAKE nlmSelf comfort
able i'll a very matter of fact way.
He looked critically about, much to
Becky's astonisbment.
Whatever air We lookin about
fur, Marion?"
"Seein ct this house is as comfort
ablo as mine, he made reply.
well, it plum is, Marion" she
replied, forced into earnestness.
The outlook is better with yer all.
but this house has more comforts"
I'VE could soon put some of 'em
inter mine" he replied musingly.
"We?"
"Yes, We an l."
Yer takin a deal fur granted,
pears ter me. Idon'tintend ter leave
here"
"Oh, well, we could live here. It
is all one ter me, so it is where ye're
Twin"
I'm bespoke yer askin by two,
Marion. Pears like the men are all
crazy"
"Ye're good temptation, Beck,
but no one else shall have ye," he
said.
Her eyes grew luminous. well,
now, what wud ye do eff ye heard
I was off on the marry with one OF
the others?"
Don't ye try it!'
She was up in arms in a minute.
I'm not tellin ye anything, but
ye all air too heady with me, Mar
ion. l got an engagement ter go ter
Cincinnati tomorrow, an eff I say
the word what's ter prevent me
comm back married?"
Marion was quite white, but was
equally determined. EFF ye 60, OF
course, I'll know it is all up. I'll be
at the turn of the road at any time
set. That'll end it fur me, which,
ever way. Lord, ye're a hard one!
won't stay ter supper. I'll never
sit down ter supper here less it's as
master. What time'll ye go?"
She set her lips. "Noon!' was all
she replied.
He put On his coat and hat. Il
wish when I think of some things,
I'd never cen ye, little or big, girl
or wilder, but when I 60 out in the
woods al see the wild, sweet
things runnin around, I can't help
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Then he went out, having tossed
to her the fresh branch of mistletoe,
and thus left her the memory of a
day, long ago, when they were little
more than children and he had ia
ken her out to gather some Of the
weird, XXI berried growth, and
had kissed her, the first kiss of love
and desire she had ever known, and
the memory of which had never left
her.
The next day at noon Marion sat
grim and silent on his horse at the
turn. He held his slight whip in his
hand, but he grasped it like a weap-
on-he could not keep one thought
from returning itself again and
again. He could not let that man live
who would carry Becky Bailey away
from him. When he heard the sound
of wheels, he got off from the restless
horse he rode, fastened him, stood
erect and braced himself for the Or
deal. The buggy came nearer. He
drew an awful breath as he reoog-
nized the horse. 1t was Colonel
Wills Eighty Dan, famed through
the country. 1t was that old profit
gate, was it, who was to win the
brier rose? An awful singing rhythm
in his brain went saying, kill him,
kill him, kill him. What Marion
would have done he never knew, but
the buggy stopped and Becky, in all
her dark furs and %fluttering feathers,
came running toward him, holding
out her hands and crying:
"Idon't want ter 60 ter Cincinnati,
Marion, an We'll live in whichever
house ye like, fur I've been fghtin
my feelin's fur ye all the time, an
I won't give up ter no other one.
Take me home, Marion, an I'm plum
tired of bein wild. I want ter live
quieter'n any one"
The colonel drove Eighty Dan on
into Cincinnati alone, and Becky
went with Marion along the home
ward road, she riding the chestnut
and Marion walking, and there was
no wild bird that had ever built nest
in the woodlands near that was as
contented as this hayward creature
who had at last been conquered by
her best feelings.-Elizabeth Haire
in st. Louis Republic.
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