The Montgomery tribune. (Montgomery City, Mo.) 1892-1910, 1902-02-28

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| bided his time and acted il in real life.
In Lower Corners to-day there are
men of families who were boys ten
years ago-big, lusty, mischicvous
boys who loved a fish fry in the sum-
mer and a bob-sled ride when the snow
was knee-deep on the Rochester road.
OF course they remember the night
when a dozen Of them, playing the
gallant to as many country girls with
ruddy cheeks, rode past Kinncy's lit
tie office and bombarded the door with
snowballs.
Kinney never forgot IL, becauset the
crash Of those snowballs sent a shock
to his heart that changed the current
Of his life. All night long he had
heard nothing but the monotonous
beating Of the little press which his
foot kept in motion. How prosaic it
was against the rollicking jingle Of
the sleigh bells, how harsh against the
musical laughter Of the girls in the
sled! And what a strange thrill went
through him as he heard one Of these
cry out: "Pleasc don't throw any
more, boys, you oughtnt to disturb
Mr.. Kinney when he's busy. Please
don't"
"And is there really somebody who
cares enough about me to think Of
that!' he asked himself. Gam | do
ing right to shut myselfu up here when
! might be out with those boys and
girls? / wonder whose voice that
was? II sounded likc-but what rea-
son have l think thatg"
Maybe he didn't have any reason 10
think it, but a vague, tender hope rose
above reason. "lIary'-what a pref
ty name it was, he thought. "Mary
Manning-Kinney." So timid was
this big, strong man that he actually
blushed at his own audacity when he
coupled her name with his. "Mary
Manning Kinney"-it kept ringing
in his spiritual ear like the melody Of
a favorite song. When the last issue
of the Sangamon Boy was run of and
Josh Kinney crept into bed a host Of
sentimental fncics kept him awake
until far into the morning, and then
woye themselves into the fabric Of his
dreams.
Mary Manning wasthe only daugh-
ter Of the richest farmer in Lower
Corners, and the one girl in the COM
munity who had tossed aside the blue
bonnet Of the district school and be-
come a seminary girl abroad. She
saw in Kinney something more than a
clod, something higher than the
creator of a weekly rural paper. She
respected him for his wide fund Of
information, for his rugged sincerity,
for his physical and mental power.
She-but she herself could not have
told by what process she came to hold
a tender regard for this modest giant
among pygmies. Possibly it was be-
cause he was at once so gentle and so
strong.
Lower Corners was suspicious
enough about most things, but IL did
not stop to give the subject a second
thought when josh Kinney took Mary
Manning home after choir practice.
He was just the bass singer and she
the %organist, and Of course he would
not let her 60 unprotected. Lower
Corners thought he was accommodate
ing, that was all, and so he reckoned
with himself as the Friday nights
came and went, but the volley Of
snowballs chung TO his memory when
the wild flowers bloomcd in the wood,
and SO did Mary Manning's carnest
protest.
Would she protest also when he
should tell her Of his longing. Of his
love? You, gentle reader, know she
would not, and Josh made bold
enough one night, when the moon
light was glowing on the hills, to find
out for himself. 1t was not for 9TH
ers to know what he said.
"Not necessarily for publication.
but just as an evidence Of good faith"
said Josh long after, when twitted
about it.
There came another night when the
moon was not shining. The little
office was as dark as the great world
outside and as quiet. 1t was Thurs
day night, and the hand press was
still. That seemed strange to pass
ers-by on the road. They were used