The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1901-09-10

Two ngufes crossed the ioot-log.
fail yet remarked. who is she
Minerva7"
The hired help. believe she re.
piled, lazily sinking down among The
pillows
got up. yawned. stretched to the
height OF my six feet two inches ard
walked up and down the long piazza
three tines Then ! sank down al
Mineryas feet again
DO you know. dear" began mus
ingly. 4 admit that KS funny and an
that. but still there's something touch
ing-aomethlng Of the real thing about
tho love Affairs Of a girl like that She
d a sort Of diamond ~ the rough. as
Il we're. unpublished. unsDoiled by our
so-called modern culture"
Minerva was silent ! think she "a
sometimes conscious Of her slight de-
hciency IN poetic insight and feels a
kind Of hesitation In converslng with
me-
rambled on. THAT type OF girl
represents the forces-the masses Of
humanity. The etherealiked cultured
specimens that we are 20 apt 70 meet
IN the whirl Of society are merely the
overtones-the products Of a useless
degree Of refinement She represents
not 80 much an individuality as a type.
Love with such a girl Is an Instinct
And Il "a from instincts that we get the
highest form OF poetic expression.
Don't you think So lover
No answer came.
"A nature Of this type could no more
think Of treachery than OF suicide
Any promise made would be fulfilled
without a moment OF hesitation The
very idea OF non-fulhllment would
never-could never-come into such a
mind. The Biblical atmosphere with
which we have clothed this place is a
fitting habitat for such a SOUL She
would be faithful and true in the face
OF anything She stands ior-she is--
an epltome Of the consiancy Of womani
Doa't you agree with me. Minerva
No answer.
Mineral"
"Whatg"
Don't you think you ought 10 an
swer me when ] speak 70 your
Doubtless I would. my lord. she
replied with a little yawn. 'but I can
imagine some excusable circumstances.
Suppose I was asleep?"
~OhfT
Three weeks from that day Minerva
and I again sat on the long porch near
the honeysuckle vine Two figures
crossed the broad foot-log spanning
the Brook Besor. The frst-a stout
girl dressed 10 q scant white gown with
a bright green ribbon about her waist;
the second. a small. dark man with a
flaming ile at his throat
As thoy approached as T retreated
into the shadow OF the hallway. Re-
becca paused IN front Of Minerva. and
taking the man By the sleeve brought
him forward.
I'VE were married this mornin'.r she
announoc1 a dull red overaproading
her freckled face This is my man.
Dan Smith. Mis- Rogers
The man bowed hi an awkward fash
Ion and touched gingerly the little
white hand which Minerva extended
10 him. and then mutlerlng something
about 'seein to hookln' up the horse.
saamblod around the corner Of the
house.
But Rebeoca. began Minerva. as
ne disappeared sits queer. No doubt
] vaa mistaken. but was quito sure
that the boy yon told me about was a
blonde. and / thought his name vas
Jake.
0h that one. simpered Rebecca.
lingering her green beil-ribhon. yes
hts name was Jake But Sc vas kIlief
last week. You heern about it-thht
ielisf that ieil or the barn up in lba
mountngf And ] ta1 my dress pil
ready q everything. 81 Dan. he'd