The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1903-02-12

Jennie! Jennie!" he cried.
The wretched girl was so glad 10
see him that she forgot all, and held
out her hand. He seized it and
dropped on his knees in the snow.
ooh, Jennie! Do you really love nc
so?"
The soft blush of welcome which
was dawning upon her cheek famed
into angry scarlet, which spread and
d%eepened till brow and ears and
throat were all ablaze. Hot tears
streamed from her eyes. She
snatched away her hand, and fed
homeward, nor by his utmost effort
was he able to overtake her.
So he wandered along the village
streets, bewildered and d~isconsolate,
until the perversity of fate, and his
own stupid laundering, still again,
for the third time that day, betrayed
him. 1t was not usual to offer flow
ers for sale in Meadowville, but be-
cause it was Saint Valentines day
a small stock had been ordered from
a florist in the nearest city and os-
tentatiously displayed in the front
"AAAAo" u OliC VI GAC FSOO1CSs IL was
now evening, and nothing remained
except a few pink carnations; but 1t
suddenly occurred to the woe-begone
Drixie that it might be a good idea
to send these as q peace offering to
the offended maiden. The more he
thought of it, the more the ingenu-
ity and delicate tact of the scheme
impressed him. So he bought the
flowers at a price that was sheer rob-
berry on the dealers part, and sub
sidized the clerk to deliver them.
Upon the card which was to accom-
pany them he wrote: Dear Jennie,
I'm SO sorry. Please forgive me, and
don't take it SO hard. I'll call to-
morrow"
Then he went home, feeling almost
elated.
Now it happened that Jennie had
given considerable attention to the
Language of flowers and she knew
that pink carnations meant "woman's
love-" Bitterly self-conscious and.
burning with modification, she at
tributed to the unlucky Drixie a
minuteness of knowledge and a sub
tlety of purpose which were as far
from being his as was the hardness
of heart with which she also credited
him.
"He is returning me my love-" she
moaned. The unhappy worded note
fully confirmed her in this opinion.
1t seemed to the proud girl a last
humiliation; and she passed the night
in fits of sobbing almost hystericdls
in their violence. When Drixie called
in the morning she would not see
him.
The months that followed we're the
most miserable that Drixie had ever:
known. He felt abominably ill used.
He abjured the society of all women,
dark or light, but found small COM
fort in it. He heard of Stella's de-;
parture without a pang; but at the
thought Q Jennie, and how he HAD
forever forfeited her love and even
her friendship, he felt as if his heart
would break. So he tried to forget
his woes in close application to study
he was pretending to read law
and in long and reckless bicycle
rides across the country. If he could
keep his heart pumping hard enough
it didn't seem to ache SO cruelty.
One evening he was coasting, in the
needless fashion that had become
habitual with him, down the steep
grade that winds like a corkscrew
around the precipitous sides of Sug-
arloaf Hill. On the left was a per-
nanIjn1l1af- n11ftinr. IN ~, xs-lL $500.
a sheer drop of several feet and be-
low it a rugged slope INSTRUCTED by
trees and stumps. Suddenly, about
half way down, he perceived that the
repairers had been at work on the
side of the road next the cutting, and
had set up a temporary fence to pre-
vent vehicles from driving into an ex-
cavation which they had opened
there, leaving a narrow track on the
outer edge. And in the middle of
this track, riding toward him with
uncertain movements and obvious
lack of confidence, he saw another
cyclist-it was a girl-it was Jennie
Cross. All this flashed before him IN
u moment. His speed was beyond
control; there was not an instant for
deliberation-scarcely time to act.
He gave a sharp wrench to the right,
his wheel leaped from the verge, he
felt himself hurled through the air
like a sling-stone-then a stunning
conclusion; and all was dark and 81
lent.
A few weeks later the young man
was lying IN a cot in a darkene1
room, slowly convalescing. Jennie
had just been allowed to enter for
the first time since the accident. SIZE
was holding his hand; her. eyes were
cast down in deep humility; her face
was flushed, but sweetly resolute.
"Drixie," she said, in a voice that
hardly broke the silence, "Drixie,
dear, it was simply horrid of you to
ask me hat way-but I do"
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