Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1898-05-20
ss1vhat L." I inquired.

"What is?" inquired.
"Hbr thar the course Of true love
never runs smooth.
30 but it does sometimes, really
asserted.
suppose the love isn't really true.
,hen said She. "Nowadays, books ana
nI,vs nearly always end unhapplly.
20, we'll" said l. philosophically'
"there are two sorts of love; there Is
passionate love, full of presentlment,
which makes a man morbid ana nlelah-
choly, and forces him thousand times
10 curse the fate that brings 1t to MIN.
but this sort of love is too lofty lor
workaday world. and the only artlstic
ending is a tragic one
| am afraid | bored Della now ana
again by holding forth in this way. put
she only gave the politest possible
vawn. as she said, And what about the
other!'
"Tbe other" went on, taking care
to watch the course of the canoe. is
tender pastoral love. which makes
man cheerful and take rosy views OF
life. causing him to thank heaven ev-
cry day that such love has falieh 10
his lot. and the artistic ending Is we'd
ding bells and domestic happiness
Dear me, MIR. Conway" said Della,
smiling. you seem TO know a great
deal about it,
Della has the sweetest gray brown
eyes, and it is an extraordinary pleas
ure TO look into them longer than is ac-
tually necessary while listening to, or
making, remark; only. speaking OF
artistic endings made me feel quite GER
tain there was more artistic ending to
such a look than mutually to drop our
eyes.
l was just thinking about this. and
how very graceful some girls look In
canoe, when, like fool, let my paddle
catch in a weed. endeavored as gem
tly as possible to extricate it. but the
weed proved obstinate. Della grew
nervous and sat up in the canoe.
20, please be careful. Mr.. Conway"
she cried.
pulled trifle harder. but to no
purpose. Then lost patience. l gave
the paddle sharp jerk. the weed gave
way all too suddenly. Della gave lit
tie scream, and l clutched wildly at
the side of the canoe in vain attempt
to keep my balance. 1t was all
over in moment. and when l say all,
include Della, myself. and the canoe.
Fortunately. we We're close to the bank
and the water was shallow. l scram-
bled ashore and helped Della on to dry
land as best could.
Really, Miss Della" said, feeling
unutterably foolish. as l caught the
painter of the canoe and rescued the
floating paddle. "I'll never forgive my
self for this: wish you We're man
and could swear at me-"
What an awful fright must look"
said poor Della, putting back her wet
hair from her face.
l murmured of Venus rising from
the sea-" but indistinctly, suddenly
doubling the propriety of the allusion.
Don't forget your bargain. Mr.. Con-
way, Suld SIle, ClthlllS tHe wafer lFOlIl
her bedraggled skirt: will you order
the frock or shall and send you in the
bill:"
know 1t was not very suitable oc-
casion to do anything so serious as
make an offer of marriage; also, that 1t
was very prosaic way Of putting it,
but. upon my word. l couldn't help it.
Il wish you would give me the right
to pay your bills" said.
Della blushed and then she laughed.
Il don't think l mind II do" she
said.
We were both very wet and both very
muddy, but looked into those afore-
mentioned brown eyes. and this time
she didn't turn away. for discovered
the more artistic ending-I put my arm
round her waist and kissed her,-Ma.
dame.