The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1903-04-03

| he Sdlu, warmly. LOU 90 llSht III
and buy it. Don't you wait, or some
body else will get in ahead. The po-
sizes on it are beautiful Martha, it
reminds mel"
After a little he went on alone,
down the street.
Easter Sunday dawned clear and
perfect. Martha woke to the trill
of Easter carols outside her window.
A myriad of little birds seemed Wy
! ing with each other to celebrate His
rising. The jubilant chorus filled all
the air.
I'm thankful it's pleasant"
thought Martha. II want it to be
pleasant to-day" She went about
her morning duties with light
heart. At breakfast she chartered
like girl.
"Horatio, you're going to church
with me to-day thought you might
like to know!"
mo, no, Martha" he said, hastily;
II guess l won't 60 to-day-not to-
day."
II said you were going!" she
laughed. Didn't you promise to
love, honor and obey Is years ago?
I'm through marching off to church
alone every Sunday morning"
"But I'm tired, Martha. I'm going
to stay at home and get rested up
| for tomorrow"
eyes, 1 know guess I'm always
tired, Martha"
"Then you must go to church and
rest. Horatio Whitney, do you know
how long ago it was that you went
| to church with me?''
"No, 1 don't. Don't reckon,
| Martha"
"Well, / won't if you'll turn over
a new leaf to-day. I've set my heart
on your going to meeting with me,
dear"
He flushed painfully. Martha was
making it very hard. If she hadn't
said ''dear"
"But II can't, Martha. I'd like to
| if L could"
"Say: But / can, dear'-say it,
Horatio!" She was round on his side
of the table, with her hand on his
arm. "Come upstairs and get ready,
We don't want to be late on Easter
I've got your things all out on the
bed"
IL haven't any things, Martha,
You mustn't ask me- can't 60"
"Well, I've got my things all out
| on the bed, then. / want you te
come up and see my things. dear
Comet"
He could not resist her. She was
like the old girl Martha--persisten
and irresistible. He yielded weakly
and followed her up the stairs. The
Easter things were spread out on the
bed. Horatio Whitney uttered
queer sound at the sight of them.
Martial"
swell, don't you like them? Don't
you like my Easter bonnet, dear?
I like it better than any 1 ever had
before, all the casters of my life.
Now 1 will try it on and let you see
how becoming it is"
She set the soft gray felt hat on
his head and whirled him round to
the mirror. Then she threw the
handsome gray oyercoat across his
shoulders and laid the gloves against
his sleeve.
''See how they match" she cried.
"And they all match you. You great
stupid boy, to stand there as if you
didn't recognize yourself!"
81 DON'T" he gaspcd. Suddenly he
faced about. But, Martha"
Say dear"
"But, dear, don't understand. You
were going to get the one with APP
pie blossom buds on it"
"What do you call that?" She had
caught up little thing in lace and
flowers from the table, and was
whirling it round N her fingers be-
fore his astonished eyes aren't
those apple-blossom buds? Can't you
smell 'em? You onght to, for they're
the very ones you declared you could
smell IS years ago! The very ones,
Horatio / got out the little old bon
net, and there were the flowers as
fresh as ever-not withered at all!
Snip, snip-I had cut them off and
there they were on my Easter bon
net! Now, we'll go to church, dear"
He walked along the sunny street
beside her as if in a pleasant dream.
Unconsciously, he held himself
straight and walked briskly.
They seemed to get ahead of every
body. Once Martha gave him lit
tie push.
GO on ahead a little way" she
whispered, there's no one now to no
ticc, and | want to look at you as a
whole!"
When she caught up with him, she
squeezed his arm gently. you look
handsome, Horatio Whitney--don't
tell me you don't! Now tell me l
look handsome"
Martha, Martha-dear-you look
good enough to eat!" 1t was home
ly compliment. but it suited Martha.
They went on together through the
sweet Easter sunshine. At the
church door she stopped him.
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