The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-07-02
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! had been sparring, and his hair was
 rumpled as he swung one arm savagely
 up and down, and said: I've got to have her. Pym: I tell
 you I've just got to, have her. I'm l standing with one foot over the irl- sanity line right now, and don't
 want to drag the after after it." We'll" said the divine, between puffs of ciglr smoke. If you've got to have her why don't you take herr" | Do what?'
 | Take her!" Take herr "Yes. take her!''
 Her? Herr"
 'Yes. her."
 "Pym," said Haven. staring at him. you're q good fellow. You spar well; you are cr1ckerjack with the cleek; ! l don't know anybody whom I would | rather row with. sail with or tramp across country wtsh; but you've got che drawback as a companion, and a minister; you ought to have some sense."
 Not at all; not at all." was the placid response. You're the one who lacks gray matter. ListenI,,, He sat upright and suffered his cigar to lie idle in his fingers.
 You want to marry Miss E1llerby; she doesn't want to marry you. or thinks she doesn't. Bear in rnEItd that I know a good deal about herg more, | certainly than she knows aboalt her self. She plays the organ at my church. I've talked with her ofaen and watched l her oftener. She is of the musical tenn perament. Unknown to herself. deep in ! her nature are springs of sentiment 1 that have not reached the surface. 1 They want only some one to break the curst over them. 1 tell you that no woman of the musical temperament in all it's strength is safe from any man of decent appearance who has made love to her and wants her badly enough to assert his rights. Tre must | cal woman needs the male to round out and perfect her understanding of mu- sic. Ask Miss Elferby to mserry you | and you will get plain no for an ans | wer. Tell her that you are going to marry her and refuse to listen to a | negative and she Is yours. There never | was simpler tf1ing--a thing more ab- surdly simple. I'm sorry that I told you of it. because you never would | have seen it for yourself; you will be | a married man in less than six months and I would good deal rather have you a bachelor"
 Haven's square jaw was set when he left his friends apartments. He told the truth" he 'muttered. ''It Is absurdIy simple. and if, it fails | I shall be none the verse off. She cun
 only say no after all. and the form in which she says it matters IittDe."
 He found Miss Eilerby at hpme that
 evening, and in his left-harh waist coat pocket was a ring, set wtch sin-
 gle diamond. He walked stprdily to
 her side as she rose to greet thim, and | took her left hand.
 | You know that I love you," he said
 gently, and, as we are to be married
 1 have brought your engagement ring. '
 Tn another second the ring was on her finger. Then he took both of her 1 hands. She looked at him, then at the
 ring, in a dazed fashion. He slipped an
 arm about her waist, drew her to him
 and held her firmly. Laying his cheek
 against hers. he whispered:
 Tt is better so. Is it not, sweet
 heart?"
 Miss Eilerby struggled faintly in si- lence. A hundred emotions went
 through her. They were so swift that she could not classify them. shame
 anger, temptation to laugh, half a
 desire to cry were among them.
 She tried to hold her head erect, but
 some magnetism seemed to draw ii
 downward toward the mans shoulder
 Again she struggled, and the head sank lower. Perhaps her strongest sensa-
 ton was astonishment at herself-heI
 heart beat so. and uvermastering lassi-
 tude was in every vein. and her head
 despite her will, sank lower and lower
 It rested finally. Then Haven took heF
 chin in a broad palm, tilted it up, and
 kissed her full on the lips.
 | For verification of the account oi
 the foregoing incidents the curious
 may inquire of any member of the
 Stayborough Pallas Club, the Staybor-
 ough Golf Club or of the Rev. Arthur Pym Jackson, D. D.
 :" by Kilbourne Cowles.