Morris tribune., 1901-04-27

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Don't say that, Mary! You know
love you, and
.'Now, Tom Dalton, stop right where
you are. I've told you often enough
that like you. You have been my
friend and playmate ever since was
q little girl, and | shall always like
you as friend No, sir; won't listen
to any lovemaking. / won't marry
you sir, and that's the end ont. l
will marry no one but brave man.
and don't love anybody, and'-
But, Mary, surely r.
There you go again, sir. II you ever
mention love to me again, l will never
speak to you, as sure as my name is
Mary Hart"
och. if you put it that way I'll really
have to retire, for l couldn't survive
the punishment. How do you know
I'm not the brave man"
"And I've known you adj these years,
and--but l won't have it brought up
again, and there's an end ont, sir.
We'll, well! IF woman will, she
will. and if she won't she won't, and
there's the end ont quoted Tom gay
ly. Every dog has his day, Mary.
What do you say to sail down the
bay? Let's have that mother of yours
and take run down to Elm island for
dinner at Cobb's farm and bath at
the short beach. It's a fine morning
for sail, and I'll be bound I'll learn
TO swim this time"
tom Dalton, if there ever was
well, know there wasn't. And l really
began to think you were serious, sir.
But mother never would venture out
in that crazy knockabout of yours.
Wouldn't it be jolly? I'd love to go"
sit is all right about the k1ockabout.
She is high and dry for new coat Of
copper paint. Captain Doyle has his
new schooner Willie and told me this
morning he should run down to Elm
come food ide. What do you say.
Mary? And-you know was in ear
nest and
"Say. I'm off to mamma at once"
And before he could declare what he
was in earnest about she was running
him, "You naughty boy, I'll bet you a
box Of chocolates / am first at the
house, sir"
Mary Hart was the only daughter of
the widow of Colonel Hart Of the In
dian service.
The colonel had been both soldier and
business man, and when he had been
hi IN 1rIn oh Of
Mary's birth, he had left his widow
comfortable income.
She had come to America and settled
In one Of the quiet New England sea-
shore villages in cozy cottage adjoin-
ing the estate of Mrs. Dalton. who was
an old school friend. The young peo-
pie had grown up together and had
been friends since childhood.
Tom Dalton, q happy go lucky young
man, had inherited an independent in
come from his father and now, having
passed his finals at the law school, was
about to practice his profession in Bos-
ton. He loved Mary Hart with all his
heart, but in spite Of himself he could
not be serious about his lovemaking,
though bound to win her.
And the little mink herself threw diff
ficuities enough in the way by bringing
him sharply to account whenever he at
tempted to breach the subject. She
didn't propose to love or be loved, and
if she ever could be SO foolish it must
be brave man.
None but the brave deserve the fair,
and you aren't brave. You know you
are not, sir"
Flood tide found them skimming
down the bay on the natty little schoon-
er Willie in spanking breeze Jumping
at the sea like mettlesome horse,
while Captain Doyle stood at the wheel
extolling her virtues to Mrs. Hart. The
young people were camped comfortably
on the deck at the VI indward side Of
the mainmast. rs. .fs
Great, isn't it?' said Tom. .sNow
what would you say to a lobster chow
der for dinner?' rst8 II
'"Tom. you villaihs You have sbeens
plotting this spree with Cobb. You
know i dote on lobster ehowaers
Down there last week. Told 'em
we'd be down Tried to- getamother to
come, but she wouldn't step her foot
in anything smaller than a liner