The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-02-06
ROB NJ GREGOR.
By MARTHA MOULLoCH WILLIAMS
Copyright. ls96, by the Author.l
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old. until Rob was once more solitary
at Roscoe. Though widowers did strike
a tremendous gait in the lovemaking,
he had not much fear that this particu-
larry tormenting widower could carry
of Rob under his eyes in the space Of
one revival. Perhaps the man really
meant nothing serious-it might be be
had chosen Rob in the giddiness Of a
first emancipation, but would let his
vagrant fancy range 10 some one more
suitable when it came TO serious thought
of matrimony
Therefore it was trebly irritating 10
find himself again constrained 10 seem
to do the thing he had vowed 70 leave
undone. But il was not worth while 10
growl and look black over il when he
knew so well the dear mother had his
best good so at heart When they were
mounted and riding away, he talked TO
her gayly of the things he knew she
best liked 10 hear. lie could and would
give her new frocks and china and paint
the house anew, he said, now that the
worrying debts were so near done with.
The twins, Frank and Billy, should
have a college course too. He might
even hope next year TO take his mother
upon the tour they had so often planned
among the Virginia kinfolk whom he
had never seen.
There Mrs. Talbot stopped him, say
ing half shyly: MAYBE you will make
it bridal tour, son. You are the best
hot ha6 htnf
of that we must not be selfish and never
let you think of anything of your own.
You are 25-quite old enough to marry.
Indeed, my dearest wish is to see you
married well. F"
II could not marry woman less a
lady than my dear mother" Jack said,
touching her free hand lightly, "and if
l get one who is as much lady 1 must
marry we'll. But, mother, dearest,
please remember / could not be happy
with an angel if 1 did not love her with
all my heart.
81 never saw an angel, but am sure I
don't want one for my daughter, Mrs.
Talbot said, smiling demurely. "All |
ass - that your wife shall be sweet
~ kIGTllUU
character and good sense"
(Which her name it is-Winfold.
Eth, nanny" Jack said lightly, try
ing to fetch a compass TO his point of
objection. Mrs. Talbot sat straighter in
her saddle.
Jack, how can your she said as
near TO stern reprocf as she could posi-
bly, pitch her gentle voice. "Alice is,
admit, very near my ideal. l never saw
her equal anywhere. But, dear me, To
think Of your taking me up that wayl
If she knew it, il would half kill her
She is so modest aud delicate she would
never be seen in company with any Tai
bot again. -
"Beg pardon-hers and yours, :" Jack
said contritely. 1T was awfully like
Teddy Barton, that speech of mine. But
l amt quite sorry made it, for, mani
my, dear, I've had a sneaking notion
you did want Miss Alice for a daughter.
I'm ever SO glad to have found out my
mistake. -
Il have not said you were mistaken,
SON" Mrs. Talbot answered, and i'm
spite of the dusk Jack saw that her face
grew pink. 'But love the dear child
too we'll to Insult her delicacy by speak.
ing as if-well, as if she was only wait.
ing to be asked. ! do feel toward her
very much as toward girl of my own.
She is so sweet aud mild, so unlike
many girls--fcr instance, that poor,
wild child at Roscoe"
Let's not speak Of her il you please,
nanny" Jack said quickly. They
were by this abreast of the Winfield gate
Jack flung it wide, and his mother rode
through, but before she had got half
way to tho inner gate hoofs came to.
ward them, and Nina called through
the dusk:
Here we are, Miz Talbot. an here
you are, at lastl I'm so glad of it
wanter shout.
''Oh, do hush, Ninesyp' Miss Win
fold implored. "You all know how to
take her. though. II you didn't, don't
know what | should do, she went on
in her most confiding tone. "You know
how wild she is, without meanin any
harm
Eyes, I'm wild. I've got ter be-" Nj
ma admitted, with an air OF the most
admirable candor. "Why, jest look at
you'll You're or reg'ler old nobody.
You'd never have beau Of il wal Z
fer Miz Talbot. An there's Rob Nc
Gregor, with Unc' Ben an all of 'em,
jest crazy
"Ninesy, you are the crazy onei Do
don't talk So" Miss Winfield implored,
but Jacks lauga drowned her supplica-
ton.
81 don't blame you, Nina" he said,
refining his horse beside hers. "Let't
begin being wild right now and rido q
race to church. Our elders and betters
can keep each other company, and it j.
time we young people had show"
"Ob, you mustn't, Ninesyl You
shan't"-- Miss Winfield began. Sh,
might Ms we'll have spoken to the wind
Nina was riding alone for almost the