The San Angelo press. (San Angelo, Tex.) 1897-1907, 1903-02-04
A PROPOSAL.

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"That We, Dick?"
"Fine NIGHT for walk, Maggie"
'If that's sac, hoo dae We no gae
an TAX yer walk ?" said Mag, pout-
ing.
Dick looked cautiously into Mays
eyes and stroked his chin. 81 heal I'd
ye were waikin' wi Bob Spaldin',"
he said wariiy.
"Did ye, thought"
can that ye an him we're tae
max a match o't."
"Did 20, thought"
DIST no true. Maggie?"
"Speer nae questions. Dick, an
III tell ye nae Ices"
Dick straked his chin again, look
cd up and down the road and
changed the leg on which he had
been resting.
III it's 90 true, Maggie" he said,
an stop tho stories that are gain
the roonds."
I'm much obj >,ged tao ye, Dick
Lang" ssid Mag, giving her bod q
toss.
It'll be nae bathsr at a.. Ys
ken mo better than that. Maggie"
"Dse I, thought An what ABBOTT
yerse'f, wha ksns marc ABBOTT mo
than din I mysef3''a rs.,.. a.
"An' - ssy it's no trie--.aoo din
"a thr~~ me. Maggie, but juist Nd
an oot VT the truth. an II
Mag was staring at him. and
Dicks tongue chung to the roof OF
his mouth.
"Hoos Mary McDougaiT she
asked.
81 haena seen her in sax months
tae speak tae--Mary McDougal--
MIGHTY"
"Did ye cast oot'"
"There was nae castin' DOT ABBOTT
it, Maggie. There was never ony-
thing atween US. I've kent the las.
sic a. my days an gaed wi 'er at an
anterin time just for friendships
sake. Oh, no, Maggie. yer clean aH
there"
$50 ye say, but maybe I've been
hearin' stories ABBOTT ye."
"Wha-what did ye hoar2"
"Oh, never mind"
"Weei, there a doom RIGHT lees,
every ane @ them"
"Say as sure's death, an III be.
ieve ye."
"As sure's DEATH"
aye ken what yer a-sayin', Dick ?"
81 dae if l should dee this mint"
"Wha put on yer tie for ye, Dick !?
MIGHTY, it's just like harran
cloot thrown roond yer neck. Come
ere, an I'll sort it for ye."
Dick smiled affectionately, took a
step toward Mag, placed his arms
akimbo and held up his head.
"There noo," said Mag after hav.
ing taken off his tie and readjusted
it la mode.
"Got yer wark a done, Maggie?"
"Ouy aye--lang sine"
"Lat's TAX walk"
Mag ran into the house to "snode"
herself up bit, and Dick walked
up and down in front humming
"We're a. John Tamsan's BARNS"
When Mag emerged, tartan shawl
was thrown over her shoulders, and
a small bonnet adorned her head.
Her cheeks were rudy as the rose,
and her hazel eyes sparkled with
the happiness she felt.
"Whaur'll we gae, Dick?" she
asked, looking him in the face.
"Whaur dae ye think ?" asked
Dick, returning the look with com
pound interest.
"Ony whaur ye like, Dick"
81 think we'll gaze doom by the
burn an alang by the trees, whaul
we used tae gaze, Maggie, we KEN"
1t was delightful evening in the
fall of the year, and Dick Lang was
never happier in his life, with Mag
gle Wotherspoon, the prettiest girl
in the village, by his side, But Mag
was a saucy girl at times, for she
knew her charms, as every pretty
girl does, and when she was in the
mood she loved to tease those whose
admiration or affections she had
won. Nearly every young man in
the village had made advances to
her, and with one exception she had
turned them all against her on ac-
count of her saucy, coquettish ways,
which the young men failed to un-
derstand, and invariably sent them
off in a huff. The one exception
was Dick Lang, whose love for Mag
was a passion. He had begun by
eying her at a distance and grad.
ually getting nearer. At first she
treated him with indifference and
in his presence had always seemed
to think more of some one else than
of him.
Bob Spalding was a strapping
young fellow and to all appearances
made the most progress in his ad-
Tances. OF course, Mag had as
much as denied that there was any