Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1897-02-19

hang his forage cap upon its accus-
toned peg. She promptly snatched it
from his hand.
"Ah wish you and your photographs
wuh freezing up nnwth, whuh you
b'ong, stead of coming down hyuh
ty'annizing over people"
Nov do you know was wishing that,
too? It's so much nicer freezing up
north than being frozen here; and then
next weeks Christmas. Oh, you don't
have any mistletoe here, do you?"
''We did, before you all came. You
Yankees ruined everything nice you
didn't carry off"
Now, what am to say, Miss Katesie:
If l don't say you're nice you'll think
I'm ungallant; and what Yankee would
ever dare try to carry you OFF,"
Lieut.. Lambert, All think you're
simply horrid, and All wish you'd go,
stead of standing there pulling your
mustachc in that silly way"
"Now, Miss Katesie!-the idea of your
being the first girl to set her face against
this struggling mustache! never
should have thought it of you. Or was
it the mistlctoe put you in mind"
"Will you go?" she cried, with fam
ing cheeks and stamping foot. How
tlay-uh you stand there laughing at
me? Oh, if l were man"
eff you were n man nobody would
think of such thing. AS I'm one,
can't help it,"
"Ah wish All could help you down
those steps and back to camp" she re-
torted, trying hard to look furious.
"You could, easily, but you don't want
to, or you would have given me my cap
long ago"
"oh!" and the jaunty kept went
spinning into the darkness of the night.
and the little lady stamped in fury at
her own blunder. Take your cap, and
CO."
"We-il," said Lambert, with provolS-
ing GOODNESS, "if I'm to follow my cap
it hasn't gone towards camp al all. 1t
recms-eNcuse me if come back for a
light-it seems to have dropped close to
that old arbor of yours among the rose
bushes, where you sit in the summer
moonlit evenings. Suppose we leave it
as an excuse for me to drop around
next time you go there"
But now she seized candle and went
bounding down the steps. \ moments
search among the bushes, and she found
it-also him, for he calmly followed.
There's your cap" she said, "and
yawnduh's the gate!"
He looked up in affected pain and
establishment.
why. Miss katesie!-I supposed you
were simply acting on my suggestion,
and we We're going to have such a lovely
time at the bower. That's why | fol
lowed"
"oh, All should like to tay-uh your
tongue out. You know All hate the
| very ground you stand on"
The gloom in his face gave way in
stantly to radiant joy. "You do?--
reallyw he cried. "Oh, never hoped
for that | thought you loved every
inch of this ugly old state and that |
never could coax you to leave it. Do
you really hate it so?''
But now, fairly beside herself with
veNation, the girl had turned and fled,
her little feet seeming to fly up the
worn old steps that groaned and creaked
under any other touch He stood gaz-
ing after her Il moment, the teasing.
merry smile still lowering about his
lips, then picked up the cap she had
hurled to earth, and walked blithely
away.
Not ten yards from the gate came
Corp. Cunningham on the run. Capt.
Close desired to see the lieutenant at
once. a negro stood by the campfire
in front of Closes tent. trembling from
either fear or excitement or both, his
protruding eyes fixed on the form OF
old Rasmus, who was eagerly jabbering
to the company commander.
"Do you know anything bout this,
lieutenant?" :sked Close "These
darkies say there's been big row over
towards Vernon. and that Walton
Scroggs is among the killed"