The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1903-10-09

me home; 1 guess then papa'd be
sorry"
"Yonder is a fiat rock which will
make a comfortable seat; let us be
| friends, and you tell me all about it
iss-ah''-offering his hand to
assist her
Yates, Lothia Yates; now, what is
your name"
The man seemed suddenly confused.
but finally stammered out, "Silas."
Now sit here and tell me your
trouble, if you will"
Well" she began, you see papa
| j.. just as good as gold, but some
thing has got hold of him lately, and
he wants me to marry an old man
with the horridest name. Say. haven't
you another name?"
The man redeemed as he replied:
Yes: Aaron"
A silvery peal of laughter floated up
the mountain side. why, isn't that
funny; that's the old mans name, too.
Aaron Woodbridge forty; just think of
| it. If l had been hurt maybe papa
would have felt so sorry that when
|
would send him away"
Does forty seem to you so very
cld?" Gueried the gentleman.
20 dear, yes! papa is sixty; I am
twenty, and papa has been old ever
since l can remember him. 1 wish
had been hurt just a little so 1 could
maze fuss, but I haven't scratch
Nov, Miss Yates
Say. Lothia, it seems as if 1 had
known you always"
Very WELL Lothia. 1 am a medical
man. DIR. Aaron; you are generally
bruised. 1 will bandage your head
your ankle and your arm, and will
convey you to farm house nearby,
where l will arrange for you to re-
r.ain until sufficiently. recovered to be
removed. Of course, the length of
time rests with yourself In the mean
time you can communicate with this
old man and tell him your feelings;
perhaps, he may release you"
That's capital" she cried, clapping
her hands.
Robert Yates was informed and
came to see his daughter daily, but
never mentioned her would-be sutton
Her letter, filled with bitter scorn and
loathing for an old man of forty, bear
| ing such a horrid name, was duly
written and given to one of the farm
hands to post.
Time few on the wings of the wind
for Lothia. Bandaged as she was
for she dared not admit the ruse-
the time that passed seemed wonder
fully short. The doctors visits were
awaited with feverish expectation.
"Lothia, this is my last visit
"Your-last-visit," she gasped,
while the color forsook her cheeks.
She felt that the sunshine was going
out of her life forever.
Must this ruse continue, or shall
we end it now?" he asked, gravely.
81 hardly think Mr.. Woodbridge will
trouble YOU"
The doctors pocket was bullying
with the mail he had just received.
One envelope caught the girls eye.
Where did you get this?" she cried,
taking.up the letter.
From the post; it belongs to me.
Forgive me, Lothia, but 1 am S. E.
Aaron Woodbridge. I stayed on here,
hoping to overcome your prejudice,
and win your love. / ind your real
sentiments voiced in this letter,
and" his voice quivered percept.
ibly-"I can stay no longer"
Lothie crimsoned with shame. 81
don't want You to co." she sobbed.
|, What does this mean, little one?
!, Is it that you care for me7"
20 yes, do; don't go, >please?"
, What! care for an old man OF
forty, with such a horrid manner?
Il don't care for anything but you;
!, can you forgive me?"
"On one condition-that you marry
me without delay, before get older.
he said. folding her in his arms.
How could have been so foolish!'
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