Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1904-03-12

rye come back, but in an enterprising
spirit this time, to open up new field
and shed light and money in Carlow
They told me never to show my face
here again, but if you say / stay
guess can. always was sure there
was oil in the county, and want to
prove it for everybody's benefit. Is il
all right?"
''NIy dear fellow" laughed the young
man, shaking the gamblers hand again
sit is all right. have always been
sorry had to act against you. Every
thing is all right. Stay and bore to
Korea, il you IKE. Did ever you see
such glorious weather." (, ~
'I'll let you in on some shares" Watts
called after him as he turned away.
The other nodded in reply and was
leaving the room when Cynthia detain-
ed him by flourish Of her fly brush.
"Say," she said-she always called him
"Say"-"you've forgot yer flower"
He came back and thanked her ''Will
you pin it on for me. Charmion?"
81 don't know what call you got to
speak to me out Of my NAME" she re-
sponded. looking at the floor modify.
"Why?'' he asked, surprised.
81 don't see why you want to make
fun of me"
81 beg your pardon, Cynthia" he said
gravely. 81 didn't mean to do that. |
haven't been considerate. didn't think
you'd be displeased. I'm very sorry.
Won't you pin it on my coat?"
Her face was lifted in grateful pleas
ure. and she began to pin the rose to his
lapel. Her hands were large and red
and trembled. She dropped the flower
and, saying huskily. II don't know as |
could do it right seized violently upon
a pile of dishes and hurried from the
room.
HAIRLESS rescued the rose, pinned it
on his coat himself, with the internal
observation that the red haired wait
ress was the queerest creature in the
village, and set forth upon his holiday.
Mr.. Lige Willetts, stalwart bach
elor, the most eligible in Carlow. and
a habitual devotee of Minnie Briscoe.
was seated on the veranda when Hark-
less turned in at the gate Of the brick
house. '.1he ladies will be down right
off," he said, greeting the editors cool
inery with perceptible agitation and
the editor himself with a friendly shake
of the hand. "Mildy says to wait out
here"
There was faint rustling within the
house, the swish Of draperies on the
stairs, a delicious whispering, when
light feet descend. tapping. to hearts
that beat an answer. the Geographic
message: 1--WE GOMEZ We come! We
are near! We are near" Lige Will
let's stared at Harkless. He had never
thought the latter was good looking un-
til he saw him step to the door to take
Helen sheEWood's hand and say, in n
strange. low, tense voice, Good morn
ing" as if he were announcing, at the
least: Every one in the world, except
us two, died last night. 1t is solemn
thing, but l am very happy"
They walked, Minnie and Mr.. Will
letts "a little, distance in front of the
others. Harkless could not have told
afterward whether they rode or walked
or floated on an airship to the court
house. All he knew distinctly was
that divinity in pink shirt waist
and hat that was woven of gauzy
cloud by hooking fairies to make him
stoop hideously to see under 1t dwelt
for the time on earth and was at his
side, dazzling him in the morning sun
shine. Last night the moon had lent
her a siivery glamour. She had some
thing Of the ethereal whiteness OF
night dews in that watery light.
nymph to laugh from sparkling foun-
tain at the moon. or, as be thought, re-
membering her courtesy for his pretty