Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1896-03-11

house."
The discreet William presently ap-
peared with O modest collation., and
Bob Griffin uttered not one word un.
til he had seen the girl satisfied.
Truth to tell, that did not take long to
effect, as she was so nervous and wor-
ried that she could eat but little.
8: Now, where's our poetic friend,
Mr.. MaitIand-Lowe?" said Bob, sit
ting at the other side of the little cof-
fee.room box, and looking seriously
at her.
ooh he's-he has gone up to Lon
don-to-to get the license.
"Ab, has hep" said Bob. "And left
the poor little girl down here hungry
and lonely. Are you going to get
married here, Gracie?"
"No-the next town-Babington, 1
believe
"What did you run away at all for?"
"Ohl it was SO much nicer, he
thought, than having a prosa1c we'd
ding in London-so much more ro-
mantle, you know, Bob"
ooh! yes, lots of it," said Bob,
drily. He was silent for few min
utes, and then he suddenly asked,
care you fond OF this man, GracieE
She looked at him US if in indignant
remonstrance for moment, and then
lowered her eyes and began to plat up
the border of her handkerchief.
"Of course, Bob. What makes you
ask such q silly question? Am I not
going to marry him?"
Bob got up, and walked again to the
window, and stood there. A slight
sound behind him made him turn
round; her pretty head was down on
her hands on the table, and she was
crying softly to herself.
Bob was across the room in IN in
stant.
"Now, my dear, sweet girl, he said,
in deep distress with his hand tightly
on her shoulder, "you really mustn't,
you know it won't do at all. Come,
come, and you're crying all over the
chicken. That's better, put your head
upon my shoulder-so-and tell its
Body NIL about it,"
"You're q cross old thing" she
sobbed, "and I'm very unhappy-and
-and-you don't care-a bit-you
know you-don't. You all turn against
me-you know you do
"Now, Oracle, dear, that isn't fair.
Here, you've come down here with o
lovely man who writes poetry, and
wears his hair long, and everything,
and you're going to marry him
"l'm not!" she exclaimed, still sob.
bing, and stamping her foot angrily.
"What!" calculated Bob, staring at
the back Of her head, "not going to
murry himl Why, you said that
'I know I did, know did-butI l
WON'T" said the wilful little beauty.
"T should reyer have thought of him
Mt oil if it hadn't been that you neg
lecte,i ne, Bob, and I was so very un-
happy at home, and I didn't know
what to do, and-oh Bob, you mustn't
let me marry him, dear"
Her head sunk down on her shoulder
and her sobs we're dying away.
"No, she sha'n'5 marry him." sud
Bob, patting her head tenderly. "of
course she sha'n't. We couldn't think
OF it. But, say, Gracie," he added,
more seriously.
eyes, Bob"
"you can't run away to get married,
you know, without marrying some one.
1t wouldn't do at ell. We should never
hear the last Of it. Our characters
wonld be gone completely"
care you sure of that, Bobby, dear"
absolutely positive, said Bob,
stoutly. you've set out to be mar
ried, and married you must be. You'd
better marry the ideal one, after all,
Glracie.
"No, WON'T" she said, turningher
rosy face up to his. "I'll marry your
When Mr.. Maitland-Lowe returned
later in the day to the inn at Alling-
bury, and haughtily inquired where
the lady was, he was informed by Will
lam, to his intense astonishment, that
the lady had gone away that afternoon
with the gentleman whose card he
produced.
cam e said, sir, as 'ow you wasn't
to trouble to 'urry back, as they was