The Bellefontaine Republican. [volume] (Bellefontaine, Logan County, Ohio) 1855-1905, 1901-11-08

that he alluded to the modern style Of
hairdressing she had adopted.
But you needn't be stand-offish with
and reproachfully.
Il beg your pardon--what did you
say?"
"Oh. nothing, nothing" he respond
ell hastily. fearing he had been too pre-
cipitate. What n charming room this
is,
Now you must have some tea" she
said, after rather an awkward pause,
laying down her fan, and moving to
the table. Being an old maid I'm
rather fussy, so you must not talk
while I'm making tit distracts my
attention" she added with forced lit
tie laugh.
He watched her with growing pleas
ure as her hands busted with the CUPS,
the lamp rays touching the gold in her
hair.
Its like old times. watching you
make tea. Celia. | wish it would he
my privilege always
Il told you not to talk" she said
with playful severity
But | must. Don't he so tantaliZ
ing. dearest. I'm not to touch tea till
I've had your answer. till you've prom
ised, in fact his voice dropped to an
earnest whisper. and he crossed the
room to her side. Ito be my wife,
She glanced at him bewildered.
"Er-er-in fact. of course, scarcely
i'm theory" she said vaguely.
Celia he exclaimed, what OF
earth do you mean?"
A dead silence followed. She saw by
his face that something was wrong
and her agitation increased when ht
commenced to pace restlessly about
| the room, muttering to himself in ar
undertone:
lived and worked in the hope of ont
day winning you, but now it seems a.
| though
She looked up puzzled. What die
you say?' she asked desperately. 'I
| did not quite catch it, hut it is you
own fault | told you not to talk Will,
made tea-two Jumps of sugar, ism
| it? You see, I've remembered the cor
| rect number-and half the cream jug
| you We're always terribly greedy. col
| onel! There She handed him til,
| cup and caught up her fan. Now yol
| must begin all over again. / dom
think you've lost the spice of humor
| And she flashed a nervous little smil
over the top of the fan.
Cecilia" he said slowly. raising hi
voice till it rang through the room
this is not a time for joking
The anger i'm his tone and his hur
expression frightened and bewildere
her; with a gesture of despair she turn
ed away.
''If only it hadn't been for the mus
tacher' she murmured half audibly.
''Mustache,' he exclaimed ea.erl,
hOpefulness staring into his tone Il
that your only objection: How | wis
| had known before | came, But l.
have it off directly"
He was standing beside her agaii
and now he rested his hand on II,
shoulder; but she shrank from hi
touch and turned away, half cryin
and wringing her hands.
81 thought | could have manage,
but shall have to tell. can't go o
like this" she sobbed.
Tell me what: That there is som
one else?"
He turned abruptly away. and fun
himself in the armchair, burying In
face in his hands.
'Just my luck he said brokenl,
But it's hard after all this time, an
now when it seemed all plain sailin
to hear that-that-I have a riva
But" reproachfully, you needn't hay
kept me so long in suspense. Celia
A moments silence followed. The
she left her seat and walked to I'll
fireplace and stood looking down /;
him, toying nervously with her fan.
Il can't hear what you say" she sal
at last desperately. fiinging the ia
from her. Il should have told you
am deaf. but ! couldn't bear to use N
ear trumpet just mt first. because
thought you would regret having com
| l know men have Il horror of deaf o
|. maids.''
! She laughed Historically as she pr
, duced the trumpet from the little Ia
! at her side and adjusted it.
'It was just my silly PRIDE she co
tinued quickly. land thought | cou
manage with my fan. You see. it h;
this tube in the center, which carri'
the sound through my lips-and then
l understand lip reading-if it hadn
been that your mustache concea
, yours
"Is that all?" he interrupted eagerl
starting up and placing his hands {
, her shoulder. There isn't anybot
else?'
anybody else, where:' she aske
! bewildered.
Il mean any one you care more f
than me-whom you intend marrying
! Mo" she faltered. the color rus
ing into her cheeks; but what an ot
, question"
, Not at ALL he answered delighte
ly. Cant you guess, Celia. what
have been asking you. or" and b
eyes twinkled merrily-"shall beg
all over again.
Bat it was scarcely necessary, f
though she blushed still deeper she d
| not now resist when he took her han'
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