Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1896-05-10

| I then learned that she had come down
with her mother, a young brother and
maiden aunt.
After that we were continually meet
ing, quite Unexpectedly, and | began to
feel reconciled to my meagre produc
ton.
| watched the hat and ribbons for
time placidly, in profound enjoyment
Of my morning pipe. When 1t was
finished | knocked out the ashes, drop
ped on the meadow side of the fence and
began leisurely to wade through the
grass 1t was evident, from the extra
ordinary stiffness Of the ribbons, that
Miss Bursar was either reading or
asleep.
| could not keep my point Of destin-
alton in full sight the whole time, be-
cause the ground was perplexingly I'M
even, and the trees were some times as
impervious as wall. but | made as
straight line as could and rather be-
gan to fancy myself in the character OF
slow but inevitable fate This idea
had commenced to pin itself into a web
of sentimental verse, when | became
aware OF Miss Bursar herself within six
yards Of me. She had an open book in
her lap. but her eyes were turned on
me.
How very straight you come" she
said My feigned surprise at seeing her
collapsed instantly.
"How do YOU know" | said. sitting
down beside her, that came
straight"
She pointed toward the village. NV
fence was in full view and my track
through the tall grass palpable, leading
in bee line toward where she sat.
so you watched me?' I said.
II saw YOU" she answered quite nv
chance and wondered what you were go
| ing to do
She was very young, so young and so
pretty, that snatches of verse began IN
weave themselves in nv brain again
| sternly repressed this dangerous ten
dency and thereby abandoned nv only
hope Of safety
How long are you staying here?"
asked
"oh, I don't know. Perhaps for three
weeks. And you?"
looked at her. THAT depends on
my work" I said She laughed lightly
and closed her book.
1t seems to me-" she said. 'that YOU
don't do much work. You spend half
the day on that fence"
And you" I said, pass me at least
six times day."
How hot it is" she said "Do you
mind opening my parasol?" I unfurled
1t for her with great tenderness. II
was a tiny, dainty. silk affair that
matched her ribbons as eye matches
eye. 1t had the delicious effect OF iso-
lating me still more completely. II
threw pretty golden shadow on her
! face that made me dream infinitely
: pleasant things and grow as bold and
| reckless as the sunshine that drew the
scent from the heather round us.
Miss Bursar"-I began.
"Yes?" she said, tapping her shoes
busy woodpecker.
81 was going to say"-I went on.
What? did not interrupt you. You
stopped yourself"
Il know did. l was going to say
I paused again.
do you think you will ever succeed
in saying it?" she laughted, nodding
at me.
Certainly II you will give me time.
I was going to say what an Internal
nuisance il is TO be poorw
81 don't agree with YOU" she said
decidedly. 81 am poor, but don't mind
| in the least" The admission was like
wine to me. l took deep breath and
buried one hand in the hot grass.
But you are a woman" I said.
THAT makes it all the worse, doesn't
| it?" she asked.
mot at ALL You are woman, you
| are young you are beautiful"