Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1905-06-29

Coward" she cried, ito hold maid
against her Will. Dost think want a
cowboy for husband?"
He loosed his hold and drew back as
il stung, with staring eyes and a face
from which all color had gone.
Thou dost not love me, Hettyi' he
asked solemnly. "An' all our sweet
friendship is to go for naught"
Love thee?" Hetty gave her head a
toss. ''Whoe'er put thoughts of my
loving thee into thine idle brain? Nay,
silly. Look not so downcast," she
cried, ''an' take my best assurance that
our friendship hath not been in vain,
for so dear l hold thee in my heart
that but cen now before thou spokest
thy foolish utterances / was making
plans for thine advancement"
Unable to understand and much be-
wildered, Simon watched Hetty as she
airily lifted her skirts and, holding her
head very high, walked up and down
the dairy in imitation of grand lady.
''For thou knowest; Simon" she con-
tinued, with patronizing nod, me
thinks to marry a French courtier who
will come anon on a white steed TO woo
me and take me back with him to Par
is, there to set me up in a grand palace,
with countless serving men and wom-
en- to do my bidding"
"Hetty, what nonsense is this?" ST.
mon cried in desperation. What man
Is this thou lovestf'
"'Tis no man that e'er seen as yet. -
Hetty continued her pacing up and
down.
that I'll ha' none of thee. Dost think
would bother with thy little scraggly
farm when I can be mistress Of a
| grand estate? However" she conclud-
| ed condescendingly, her foolish little
mind slightly troubled by the broken
hearted expression in her companions
eyes, 'think not that l will forget thee,
| Simon. Why, who knoweth but / may
make thee oyerseer of one Of my farms
| in the provinces. Think on that-thy
| bright future-with joyful anticipation,
| good Simon
| lie came and stood before her with
white, drawn face depicting desperate
| earnestness.
| Then thou hast meant nothing by
any fair words thou might have spo
| ken?"
| "Fie, Simon" she giggled nervously
more affected than she knew by his
seriousness, ''out upon thy cross looks
Thy solemn countenance would give a
body the megrims. Who said WE
| could not be friends?'
Kempster turned his back upon hel
and walked away. At the door ht
paused,
"By all this talk then thou doth NEAR
that thou canst not love me-that
thou'lt never be my wife?"
"Thy wife! A common farmer,
wife," Hetty laughed low. ripping
laugh of amusement Nay, gooC
Simon, thou must seek thy mat
among thine own farm loving kind. Al
for me, 1 will wait the arrival Of M,
gallant courtier."
"Hetty, hast forgotten the low
verses?" His voice was entreating.
oThe verses! Ha, ha!''
She laughed again, this time NOR
merrily. ITO speak O. your silly rhyme
as verses, forsooth! Why, body O. me
good Simon, thou shouldst buy a boo
of good VIII Shakespeare's verses, an
then thou'ist know what poetry is, al
ne'er more speak again, / warran
thee, o my nonsensicaf rhymtng.
Something must have snapped Il
Simon's heart, it went down With sue
bound. Blindly he turned an
groped his way out of the house. no
seeing the sack of potatoes resting OF
the ground, tripped and almost fel
over the house dog lying asleep in th
shade and strode on with head down
cast over the wet roadway, into tn
dull shadows of the approaching tw4
light,