The daily morning journal and courier., 1905-07-13

exasperatingiy as she listened for her lovers returning footstep.
 He gazed at her intently with look of trying to solve a harder problem than he had met with in his brief school days; he whistled softly, then took a very long, deep breath In a | little while he threw his hat on the ! sun-yellowed grass and attempted to kiss away the vexations trouble in her face. She smiled faintly. watching him resume his position against the window jamb. and flushed at the way he seemed to be studying her. She felt as guilty as though he were actually
 reading her thoughts.
 After a silence, painful to the gitl, the man bent forward once more, and taking up the gaudy basket in one hand, with the other pushed her hair ever so slightly away from her brow, 1 intending to set the basket on her head in spirit of teasing playfulness.
 A look or mortified fear came at once into Epptes face. Instantly she sprang to her feet. scattering the grasses and crest-feathers about the room; and she hurried confusedly to -, the door, she looked back over her shoulder with a gieam Of abashed wistfulness in her dark eyes, %.
 Even after this experience. so stup- efying, so benumbing, the young girl found much to her surprise, that in a few days she could half-heartedly take up her daily rounds again. And so one morning found her at the door of the agency post-offlce in the clear ing, Epple had comesten miles on her stout gay pony that morning, and as she stood studying the, unfamiliar sorawl on the back of letter, she only half noted the sound Of her pony's bridIe as the little beast shook his riane with vigorous iEp9atience. tFs. Who could be writingSto her from the reservation? She had ridden over exr lpecting a letter from one. of her teach CTS; and she felt sadly depressed at the disappointment she had met. It was not difficult for her to, feel cast down over little things since 4her experience | at the window. The world in which she | dwelt had seemed all wrong to her ever since Eppie had been thinking of many plans to clear away her diffi- culties. One of them was to ask her Indian lover to go away-to return to his old home in the south. She could not endure to think of facing him again. She believed that were he to discover her secret, he e4would instantly despise her. The truth was he knew nothing at all about her. she kept say- ing to herself over and over again. True she knew nothing at all about | him-why, he had not even told her his name, but had laughingly asked her to call him sweetheart"
 The letter Eppie had been carrying as these thoughts flew wildly through her mind now fell to the ground. As she stopped to pick 1t up her heart tirobbed with a confused disturbance,
 She tore the letter open at once, and began to read eagerly; Dear Eppie-I said I love you and I want to give you letter. want you to answer to me soon. When you give me letter it raise me up. It make me heart glad E.ppie Now I'm heart cast down. Must you not want to know why? I want always we smile at each other; but you not smile, but you look very heart bowed down when put cap on your head. I don't think that's right. If you not love me any more [ go home. You not answer to this. If you love me I want you to answer to this. My heart is like lead that you
 do not love me, I kiss you. "BOB."
 A glow mounted in Eppie's check.
 Her lips began to tremble violently, yet l leJlar Cal a,,A
 per, "oh, how glad I am! His name is Bob, too! Bob! Bob! It is not
 wicked to make belive old Moll put it
 thereto make believe had it done for him!"-san Francisco Argonaut. a,.