Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1902-01-17
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BY JULIA rRUITr BISHOP.
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TT He brook was there, aud the
nook He had smilingly looked
around and reminded himself of it a
few moments ago. and had reminded
himself, too with distinct irritation.
that the entire summer had passed,
and there were no kisses of his on the
red lips i'm question. Yet by all the
laws of precedent there should have
been; for ne was a young man of the
world. versed in much strange lore,
and she was a simple country girl in
a pink Bingham dress. More than
that, he was spending the summer
in the country. and she was his land
lady's niece. He was probably the
first gentleman she had ever seen. He
had read the story of it in hundred
novels-the country girl falling in
love with the triher from over the
hills, and watching him ride away at
the summers end. He could almost
have told, little earlier, what every
new development of this especial
story would be; but now-he was not
so sure.
And there were the volumes of
poetry he had read to her-were they
all to be of no effect? And those sto-
ries of which he was the hero?
"You are very tantalizing young
lady" he said, with an injured air,
supporting himself on his elbow as
he Low % F,,ll la,o+h ~ A. Lo,1,
She sat on the log near him and fold
ed the ruffie on her pink dress into
methodical little creases.
81 don't know why" she said, shyly.
Neither do l." he retorted. with a
smile on his lips and a shadow on
his brow. "You women are all alike
there's a touch of devil on every
one Of you"
A look of steady inquiry was in her
eyes. He was almost sure she had
spoken.
You get a fellows heartstriugs
wrapped around your fingers" he
went on, with increasing bitterness.
"and then you twist and tear them,
just to see him writhe."
"And you think I've done thatP"
asked the simple country girl, with a
slow fush-or was it the reflection of
the housekeeping into her cheeks.
How can you ask such a ques-
tion?' he demanded, moodily. What
have you been doing all this summer
but making me love you-and lead
ing me on to make a fool of myself2"
She was beginning to rise. but he
put out his hand and stayed her. He
had caught the look in her shy, wNd-
wood eyes.
"Ah, but you don't know what
fool l have beeni" he cried, desper-
ately. what right has man like
me to love a little country wild
flower? His life and surroundings
and his friends and associates and
habits all call him another way-you
know they do, little girli--just as
your life calls you TO marry some
farmer and tend house and make but
ter for him. How / shall hate him
when he comesl II fate were only
kinder to US"
81 don { know what you mean by
fate" said the country girl. with her
eyes on his. "Do you mean that II \
were rich girl you might-you
might think of marrying meP"
II was her blunt. uncultivated way of
stating the proposition that brought
the blood to his cheeks. And yet, how
pretty she was--how very pretty!
II have thought of marrying you a
thousand times" he cried, eagerly.
"This whole summer long / have been
dragged hther and thither-for what
sane man could be with you and not
love you? But am not rich man.
little girl-you must see how IL is
Don't you see how am placed?"
1t appeared that the little country
girl was somewhat slow in perceiving
just how he was placed This is a way
country girls have, anu it throws an
awkward element into love making
If they would only see for themselves
but mol Everything must be ex-
planned to them.
Its an awful thing to be poor and
ambitious" he went on, nervously. II
cannot afford Injuries, little one. I've
got TO marry money. That wealthy
aunt I have told you of-she will not
leave Ino d cent unless < marry 70 suit
her. She has seieOted . young lady she
3uid like mo 70 msrry--Afiss Mont
luzin--and ~ lean do q 70 go sud meet
this young la9Y and--try 20 love hex
II you knsW what . desert my Mfo Wy