The evening tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 189?-190?, 1897-03-10

look upward, ,ould you ideallzc woman
who wore stiff shirt front and rode a
bicyclef"
She really was rather a clever little girl,
and her appealing manner was charming
"No, no, indeed / couldn't-at least I'd
have 10 idealize her lot But some peo-
pie are SO perfect as they are. don't you
know, that rou don't have to idealize them
at all.
"Shall we walk little quicker and join
mammay" said the we'll bro, ght up girl
1t was very difficult TO get nice little
time with the girl. She clung so closely
81 mamma But sometimes there were u
few words in the balcony, Zen the girl
talked about the stars, once, very
gently, about heaven. A } there were
glimpses across the table able d'hote
and once, just once, thcr, VAS walk
home from Pontresina i'm \ twilight
Mamma drove home. She } $ tired and
still had some packing TO do / zen she got
back.
Take care of her." she aid to the
young man. He felt that thcr had always
been "A great deal of nonsense Aed about
girls mothers being disagrceable old cats.
so this is your last day at St MoritzY"
he said
"Yes, our very last day." she replied.
The place will seem very different after
you are gone.
"Oh, but st. Moritz is always lovely!
Look at that scene before us-the pine
trees and the mountains. What could bo
loveliery"
"Lots of things--at least one thing"
"You must be very difficult to please If
you don't admire st. Moritz."
sspnt 4 a oln
cult TO make her understand. "Will you
be sorry TO leaveY' he began again.
"Ob, have had my little holiday" said
the girl sweetly. II must not grumble
about going back to my duties-my Sun
day school, my practicing, and then there
is papa"
"Of course he misses you. expect you
are perfect angel in the house at home"
II am afraid it is little selfish. but
like TO think am missed
well, I'll miss you"
"Ah, don't say that" laying her hand
on his arm.
'But shall; III miss you awfully."
II had rather think of you happy with
your hill climbing and your tennis"
blow tennis and hill climbing! don't
care n hang about either There's only
one thing in heaven or earth that do care
about
'Ah, look at those snow peaks flushed
with the setting sum-"
"Iwish, hopelessly, 81 could make you
understand
They walk on in silence for quarter OF
q mile.
Il haven't made you angry about any
thing, have I?' says the girl ut last in
shy, trembling way.
ANGRY? Never! With you"-
II am so glad! Do you know" coming
quite close to him and looking down like
a penitent child, II was beginning to get
so unhappy. IL thought was afraid
had offended you"
"How could you think thatp"
"You were SO silent and you looked so
stern-and-big.
He seizes her hand In his. "Oh, my
love, 1t was only because you wouldn't un
dcrstandl Don't you know that you are
dearer to me than any one else in the
world2 Can't you see that / have loved
you since the first moment saw your
The young girl disengages her hand and
takes out her pocket handkerchief and
bursts into tears.
Have frightened you, my little tender
dover
"H's-it's so unexpected" /" says the girl
And then she has to he comforted and
caressed, and the man calls himself brute
and savage for having startled her.
II had no right to speak SO soon," he
says. "but love you SO utterly"
"Oh, hushl'
II can't. Won't you give me a little
hope-just littleP You know what am
just poor artist-but would work day
and night and wait years for yon."
The girl begins to sob again.
"For Gods sake, don't cryp'
"Ah, how can help it? fear I have
made you unhappy, and I cannot bear to
give you pain"
THAT means you can't care for me,
suppose,
into thinking
mo, mol Heaven knows you are not
ooquetter'
"You are SO generous and SO good But,
indeed wonder what you see in poor,
little me to love-"
II see that you are everything that
man does love in a girl-the best, the most
womanly of women. Don't you know,
you sweet, little, tender love, that you are
as different from the girls one meets nova
days as sunlight is different from gaslightf
Women in skirts and on bikes may be ones
pals, but it's women like you that man
worships,"
| The next day he stood on the hotel steps
watching the well brought up girl and her
careful mamma drive off in the diligence.
"God bless her!" he murmured. "God
bless her! There isn't q man on earth
who Is worthy of her."
The well brought up girl waved her
pocket handkerchief to him till they wero
out OF sight.
"That Is the fourth proposal have had
this year, mamma" she said.-Westmin-
ster Budget
Forgotten Treasure.