Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1900-11-01

A LOVE SET !


nNE sunny morning in early July I
" sat with my sister, Lady Emily,
by the side of the river. Nature had
donned her summer dress the river
flowed silently away between banks
in green dresses, trimmed with rushes,
among which the water diamonds
sparkled in the sunshine Great trees
hung loving over the clear water, gaz-
ing at their inery mirrored in its
depths, as if they would never tire
of admiring themselves in their beau
tiful summer clothing. This is Lady
Emily's description of the scene. l
was busy fishing. There seemed no
one in the world but ourselves and the
flies.
Where is Tommy this morning?'
I inquired, rescuing my hook from the
interior of a misguided fish. Emily
emerged from a parasol, behind which
she had retreated during the opera
ton. She said 1 reminded her of Nero
IN such occasions.
81 have sent him into the village to
do some shopping for me-" she ex-
planned.
I whistle softly.
three miles in the heat! Great is
the power of love"
ST am a little worried about him."
said Emily.
"Oh, he'll be all right. Ice applied
to the head works wonders" L re-
marked, cheerfully.
Its not that; but-but 1 beIieve he
is going to propose"
81 should not think So" 1 said, jul
dicially. His feelings when he re-
turns from the village, very hot and
tired, will be rather those of hatred
of the tyrant who sent him on such
n Journey"
ST shall mix him some good oatmeal
water"
"And add insult to injury"
"He says he likes it."
''Then probably he will propose.
Matters seem to ave gone far"
"But it will upset everything If he
does" said Emily, plaintively.
"Why?" / inquired.
''Because-it's impossible of course
and he'll go away, and [ shall be
without anyone to-to-fetch things
from the village"
"Shal I awaken the echoes Of the
past?" said L, presently.
/ began to count the echoes on my
fingers. "Charlie Musgrave! Lord
Hartley!"-and 81 on, until I began
again at my thumb. Then Emily in
terfered.
"You dare!" she said.
For a time a neighboring cuckoo
monopolized the conversation.
Then Emily said: There's Tom
my.
A white figure was crossing a bridge
q little way higher up the river. There
was a WEAKNESS in his gait that went
TO my heart, and 1 seemed to feel in
myself the torture of thirst that must
possess him..
"You are going to meet him?" / in
CURED, seeing Emily rise.
"Yes," she replied, giving herself
that wonderful little shake with
which a woman can Danish all disor-
der from her attire.
Returning home in the cool of the
evening, 1 observed a letter lying on
the table addressed to Emily in a
hand Enthusiastically masculine. 1 was
Informed tina she was out, also that
Mrs. Boyton was out. I drew nay con-
illusions, and, knowing the favorite
haunts OF my sister, 1 took the letter
and went out in quest of them. I
found them sitting together under
the trees, watching the fish rising at
the flies. At least, that is what they
said they were doing.
81 hope / am not intruding," said I.
sob, mol" said Emily.
Certainly not-very pleased-lovely
eyeninp-warm!" muttered Tommy,
lna~rticulately.
I fancieS he was not quite sincere,
and proceeded 10 offer one of my best
cigars, as a proposition. I lit another
myself. and we sat in silence for many
minutes. The air was intensely still;
the blue smoke wreathed upward, and
hung in miniature clouds over our
heads. to the great discomfort of the
u~eighboring flies.
"Do you want the boat this even
mgr" inquired Tommy, abruptly.
"No."
"Will you come on the river2" he
asked of Emily.
She ~assented, and, as they ose to
ro, 1 remembered my mission and
produced the letter.
For you, Emily, salo, giving IL 10
her. "I think from the writing it is
from-er-well-you knowi"
There was an infinite subtility of sug-
Uestion in my voice; I rejoiced in my
diplomacy.
But Emily glared at me.
ayes, certainly I know!" h said.
sDolly HARDWOOD promised to write to
me this week from Paris"
Now the pestmark said the letter
came from London. They departed,
but not before Emily had hurled at me,
a an intenss whisper. the word "Sillyi"