The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1903-02-04

trying to get courage at the same
time to say it. When they reached
a clump o. trees not far from the
burn, Mag suggested that they sit
down, remarking that they had had
q big washing at the house, and she
felt a little tired.
Z MIGHT a thocht O. that afore,
Maggie, if ye'd only telt me-" said
Dick repentantly, "but lat's sit doom
noo."
"It's a foo moon the NIGHT, isn't
it, Dick?" asked Mag, looking up
into space.
what did We say, Maggic"
81 asked We if it was tae be a foo
moon. Man, whar's yer lugs?:"
"Oh-ah-J'm thinkin' it is"
Then Dick stroked his chin and
tore up The sod with his heels. cts
q fine thing, a moon, Maggie, isn't
it," Dick at last found words to
say, in order TO break the monotony
and gain time. but without being
able TO explain why lie had said so.
"IIoo is't Il guide thing:" asked
Mag, looking at him with the tails
OF her eyes.
"Wcei-a-l-I'vc heerd it said
-a-that the moon, We ken, was a
guide thing for a-kirnin' milk an
prescryiT cheese" Dick said, look
ing very guilty, not by any means
satisfied III his own mind that he
had answered the question in the
right way OF had fully comprehend
ed it, his thoughts at the moment
being i'll an entirely different direc-
ton. There was a merry laugh in
Mays eyes, but she restrained its
vocal expression. She merely shook
for a moment with the emotion and
then tried to appear serious.
"Maggic," said Dick at length,
still digging up the earth with his
heel, yer no engaged, are We, tae
onybody:"
Engaged? NIichty."
"Wecl-I was just spcerin', yo
ken"-
can what mak's yc speer q ques-
ton like that, Dick:"
"Weel-tae tell ye the honest
Gods truth, Maggie, I want tae be
engaged tae We mesel'."
"Dick Ling"
"Aye, 'at's me that's speakin',
Maggie, an nae ither. Mag, @lassie,
if We only kent hoo muckle I loo We.
I haze ma had a NIGHTS sleep thinkin'
ABBOTT We for the last fornicht."
"That's no muckle."
"But that's no a., Maggie. Twas
thinkin' ABBOTT Bob Spaldin'. It was
the thocht O. him takin' We frae me.
That was it, lassic-that was it.
I've been thinkin' ABBOTT ye for
years."
Mag looked across the fields at
the red ball of fire that formed a
great semicirclc on top of a purple
hill hal bounded the far side of the
distant glen.
CIVIL ye haze me, Maggie?' asked
Dick imploringly.
"No, I winna," came promptly
from her lips.
"Ye Wilma? Oh, Maggie, think
again, for an answer like that gaes
hame like the stab O. a knife. Is't
possible that we dinna ken I've new
er looed onybody but yerseP? I've
he'd nae heart tae gle tee onybodJ
sim I kent ye years lang game by.
I'm no sac guide lookin' as Bob
Spaldin', an I dinna carry my haid
sac high, an maybe that stands j.
my wi moo. But, Maggie, I've a
heart here that's yers as though it
had never belanged tae me. Whan
my granny dees, 1 get FER biggin,
FER coo an a. FER chattels-thats in
'er will, Maggie. The hoos wad be
o ain, an prood wad I be tae max
We its queen. But abune a. that,
Maggie, / loo We sairly, an I'll new
er loo anither. Think again afore
ye answer me. Will ye haze me,
Maggie?"
Dick took Mays hand in his, and
she pressed it. She said nothing,
but simply smiled. Her silence was
acceptance.
Tho Shoe on the Other Foot.