The Penn's Grove record., 1896-01-31

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II Don't be silly" she said, studiousl,
e ,verting her eyes. She stopped and
>. tlthered a handful. of heather. which
n ile promptly began to destroy and scat
y ar IN little showers over her whit,
O In a moment she recovered and
e ,ecatne herself aga n. Get into a NOR,
comfortable position she sail, smil
ne down at him. and talk to me. !
:. must be amused" So the man, with a
: ,igll, lay down on his heather couch
nd began TO talk. In those days b
:. lid anything the girl told him and ev.
9 rytning he could think Of to please
i. rer. Presently he began to talk Of hii
; ate visit to London, that visit on the
ubject OF which he had hitherto beer
!, 10 silent.
And those Irish people" said thu
.irl, u~nconcernedly, idly sticking pieceg
II heather In bis curls, while she looked
teenly down on his face. The top Of
lis head was toward her; his eyes wen
lxed on the blue sea, where It appeared
or away in the distance 80 that be did
lot see har. Why do you not ash
hem down here7 You were 10 muei
With them and liked them so I am sur
rou would be glad to have them"
No answer. The girl seuak anotha
,iece OF heather IN his hair, then tool
t all out again. 4 am sure I should
nave liked to have mst them. I shiut
should have liked the girl asffdiiss."
II know you would not"
"why? l think We should get Cd
beautifully togethee."
II am sure you would not She Is mel
Four style at all"
What style Is shsf"
"oh, l don't know. she ID an awful
iirt and not good form ct all"
"oh!' A silence ensned for aboul
I've minutes; then the man rolled owes,
md, planting his elbows In the heather
ooked up determinedly into bis coIp
,aniop's face. An hiding Of the tfdtl
lad reached bis brain.
Ruth, l must know. II Is only fail
that you should ten me why you hAys
hanged 50 to me-" Dead silence. lis
yirl looked away and made no attauxp3
% reply. won't you tell meY hs said
Histfully. you are making mo vas
miserable, dear" His voice wHs cute
ad and pleadfhg; 1t touched ths s4I
D spite Of herself.
~ am? Oh, Mark The tears al
most anne into her eyes, but she snilsS
instead. How can I make You nm
aappy?"
Because / love you, Ruth, and ] can,
iot bear this something that has fissp
lp between US; 1t drives me mad. Ruth.
! ny dear little girl, don't you know how
I love you, and that I want you 10 b.
something very, very much nearer thar
/ friend:'
The smile died away from her faceJ
the grew very pale and her fngerf
.rembled a little as she played will
he heather. but she spoke calmly. al
most coldly. ~ did not know 1t wal
ne you loved" she said.
Il have never loved anyone else, moi
With a real love, such as I have fol-
Tou. l may have admired others-geA
Ind perhaps thought myself In love
with them for a time. but that is all %
iifferent; yon know 1t Is"
Yes, l think l know" she said, shut
t might happen again."
Il do not think 1t would" he said
~eriously, II never knew until ! came
back this time, and~and began to fee
hat l might lose you, how nnuch J
owe you, dear" he wondered theg
why she smiled so oddly. "You mus
have seen 1t, Ruthf'
But, Mark, how about that othe1
girl, that Irish giri7 Aren't you@vdonf
gOu-care for herr"
Pooh" said the man, with unfeigned
corn. Care for her? I never did.
One may tiirt with a girl like that but
as to loving her, or-marrying her~
well, l pity the poor fool who does. She
airts abominably."
Then the girl smiled again. q tn
amphant little smile, quite unintelligi
BILE to the man. She knew that hei
course of treatment had been uccess
ful; the cure was complete.
"Why do you smileY' the man asked
oerplexed.
Observation-Disclosures 1 am 90 hap
py."
Happy? Do you mean thatT catch
ing one of her hands and kissing u
| ~passionately. "Then 1t is to beA-may
| tell the old folks that It has ali CONF
about as they wished? Look at me
child, and tell me that you really meal
It that you do care"
Still she looked away, intent on tear
ing up the unfortunate heather BY he
side. The man watched her In silen
dismay; he could not understand her IL
this variable mood.
you do not care" he said at last
when the silence had become unbeara
BILE. you do not care and you cannoi
make yourself" There was q great
sadness in his voice. his face seemed
in a moment to have aged and grows
haggard. He turned owe and proppee
himself on one elbow. with his face vel
away from hers.
Something was laid on his bowel
head.
1t was Ruth's little hand. Mark
she said, softly.
"What Is It, RuthT"
Look up; I want to tell you some
thing"
He obeyed her, and turned a verl
miserable pair of eyes toward her
"Sever mind, little woiman," he said
bravely; 81 know you cart care
He stopped, something In her facs
making him forget what be was say
Ing.
Her eyes were bright and shining, 0
delicate flush crept oSer her cheeks
you are making q MISTAKE. I DO eafa
very, very much" she said, earnestly
at 10 all right now" and. leaning to
ward him, she took his face between
her two hands and kissed him gently on
the forehead.
"You dear little soulP' he cried, as
onlshed at this unusual outburst on hei
part. But she had buried her face IN
her hands to hide the crimson thai
dyed her sweet face.-Chicago Chron
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