Williston graphic., 1901-08-29

'em. Now, you'd better
"I'll have to run in" shrieked Miss
Selma, "and get my breakfast over
Mr.. Wireweed smiled approvingly.
''That's right; think it over-think
It over" he said, cheerfully; I'm
sure you'll come to the right con clu'
sion by and by"
"Oh," groaned Miss Selma, as she
ran into the house, shat man! II
I stood there bawling until all the
neighbors heard I couldn't make him
understand. It's q great pity such
a really nice man should be SO obsti.
nate-and so deaf"
Miss Snowbell felt vaguely upset
and uncomfortable during breakfast,
and when her aunt, who always
washed up the dishes, began to clat-
ter the breakfast things, she took
down her sunbonnet and went and
hunted up her garden hoe.
"I've got fidgetty streak" she de-
clared, starting brislzly out to her lit
tie vegetable garden. "1'n go and hoe
it off,
It was queer but she soon discov-
cred that Mr.. Wireweed was hoeing
in his vegetable garden.
"You're at it early, Miss Selma, +"
he hailed, joyously.
"Yes," she answered, briefly.
"Did you think it over?" he asked.
coming close to the dividing garden
fence, where she was hoeing .
beet.
"No," she yelled, "you shouldn't
keep up that subject, Mr.. Wireweed."
"Couldn't what?" hs asked, with
his hand to his ear.
"You must drop the matter" she
shrieked, II came out here to hoe
Mr.. Wireweed smiled deliehtedly.
"Of course you didn't say No, but
you didn't say Yes, either, and"
'I've said No so times" screamed
Miss Selma, who was as red as a
poppy. II don't like to be rude, but
I can't help it."
"Well. that's encouraging. I knew
you liked me little, and I'm glad
you can't help it; but want you to
like me a great deal. Here's board
loose; I'm going to take it clear of
and come through, and we can sit
on that bench and talk it over COM
fortably."
"My stars" murmured Miss Selma,
despairingly. II believe in my heart
I'll have to marry this man to get
rid of him."
"Of course you WILL" said Mr..
Wirewood, jollily, "and you'll never be
sorry for it, I tell you"
Miss Snowbell gave startled
spring.
"Seems to me your hearing has i'm
proved mighty suddenly" said she.
Mr.. Wireweed laughed.
"'Old woman. old woman. shall we 80 a
Speak little louder. sir. I'm very hard Of
hearing.
Old woman: old woman. shall kiss yeu
Thank you. kind cir. l hear very clearly
he chanted. .
"John Augustus Wireweed," said
Miss Selma, Indignantly, Il believe
you've been hearing q lot more than
you pretended to-"
"'Tis love-" sang Mr.. Wireweed;
''love wouldn't let me hear discourag-
ing things, but helped me to hear the
right thing"
"Guess you can hear most as good
as anybody" said Miss Selma. grim
ly.
"Not quite" said Mr.. wireweed,
"there's lot Of variation in it; this
happened to be one Of my good days" !"
"And on your bad days I'll have
to split my throat screeching." pro-
tested Miss Selma.
"No," said Mr.. Wireweed, "you
won't need to say anything. then. I'll
know by intuition what you want to
say-or ought to want to say"
"Oh! And you'll never hear any.
thing you don't want to, I suppose" "
'Of course not; but you won't,
either, for you know I'll never say
anything mean to'you, Selma, dear"
He slid up close to Miss Selma and
slipped his arm around her neat ging-
ham waist. and she knew she was
engaged to Mr.. Wireweed.