The Lewiston teller. (Lewiston, Idaho) 1900-1905, 1901-03-14

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~ ONT say that, Mary! You know
JCUthat 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 . little girl and shall always like
you a. . friend. No. sir! l won't listen
to any love-making. won't marry
you. sir, and that's the end ont. I
viii marry no one but brave man and
don't love anybody, and"
but, Mary, surely r."
There you 60 again, sir. II you ever
mention love to me again I viii never
speak to you 90 sure as my name II
Mary Hart"
"Oh, II you put 1t that way I'll really
have to retire. for ! couldn't survive
the punishment. How do you know
I'm not the brave manT'
And I've known you all these years
and-but l won't have it brought up
again and there's an end ont SIR"
We'll, well! II woman win, she
will, and II she won't. she wont, ana
there's the end ont" quoted Tom,
gaily. "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 q bath at
the short beach. It's fne morning
for q sail and I'll be bound I'll learn
to swim this time"
tom Dalton, II there ever was-well,
know there wasn't. And really be-
ran to think you were serious, sir. But
mother would never venture out Ia that
crazy knockabout Of yours. Wouldn't
It be jollyf I'd love to Co."
ITS all right about the knockabout.
Che II high and dry for 4 new. coat Of
copper paint. Capt. Doyle has his new
schooner Willie and told me this morn
ing he should run down to Elm come
nood tide. What do you ray, May1
And-you know I was in earnest and
-"
Say! I'm OF to mamma at once"
and before he could declare what he
was In earnest about, she was running
swiftly up the pier. shouting back to
him: "You naughty boy, IN bet you Z
box Of chocolates I am frst at the
house, SIR"
Mary Hart was the only daughter Of
the widow Of Col. Hart Of the Indian
service.
The colonel had been both soldier
and business man, and when no had
been killed in jungle tight. soon after
Aary'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 . cosy cottage adjoin-
Ing the estate Of Mrs. Dalton, who was
an old school friend. The young folks
had grown up together and been
friends since childhood.
Tom Dalton, . happy-go-lucky young
man, had inherited IN independent for
tune from his father, and now, having
passed bis finals at the law school,
was about to practice his profession
IN Boston. He loved Mary Hart with
al his heart; but, in spite Of himself.
he could not be serious about his love
making, though bound to win her.
And the little mink herself threw diff
nculties enough In the way by bringing
him sharply to account whenever he
tried to breach the subject. She didu't
propose to love or be loved. And II
she ever could be 90 foolish 1t 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 in the natty little schoon-
Or Willie In q spanking breeze, jump
ing at the sea like mettlesome horse,
while Capt. Doyle stood at the wheel
extolling her virtues to Mrs. Hart. The
young people were camped comforta-
bly, on the deck 1t the windward side
Of the mainmast.
"Great, isn't itr' asked Tom. "Now,
what would you say to lobster chowder
for dinnerr'
'TOm, you villaini You have been
plotting this spree with Cobb. You
know dote on lobster chowder."
"Down there last week. Told 'em
we'd be down. Tried to get mother to
come, but she wouldn't step her foot
In anything smaller than q liner"
"And you never toldf can hardly
believe 1t. never know when TO be-
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