The Mercur miner. [volume] (Mercur, Utah) 1895-1913, 1905-08-12

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"You might get four feet into them,
at a plnchw he oald, humorously! and
plunged into the business OF breakfast.
With a restrained ripple OF glrllsh
laughter, Rose changed her sodden
boots and placed them TO dry. This
done, she sat and watched the man
filling the breakfast table.
She was quick to guess his single
blessedness (?)--Polly must be his SER
want IL was very amusing to see this
big man "dolng for himself"--and n
guest. But when he started to slice
new loaf of bread she could contain
herself no longer. 1t was awkward,
moving In those ridiculous slippers, but
she got to the table without mishap.
"Allow me TO help you" she said,
with a smile.
He surrendered the knife with alac-
rlty.
"Tm no hand at that sort o. thlngg'
In disgust.
George had never felt the want of
a wife until that moment, until he saw
Rose preside at his table; then his
heart was filed with passionate long
ing.
They sat down TO breakfast for all
the world like man and wife. Suddenly
the woman burst out irrepressibly.
George, with n full mouth, looked
up guiltlly.
at is so exqulsltely funnyw laughing
tears in her eyes.
what ISL" elfconsciously.
"All OF II. Poachlngl CAPTURE
rosecutlon-nlmostl oh, dear. oh,
dear! l say, Mr. look you, l am ig-
norant even. OF your namew
"Meadowson-George Meadowson."
"Mr. -" gravely.
"George!-everybody calls me George,
young and old"
George, "-shyly-"do you consider
this at all proper-quIte the thing, you
know-belng here. alone? Don't you
think I ought to goY'
mo"
There was something embarrassing
In the farmers decisive negative. Her
lashes dropped, and she fldgeted ner-
'phoAy WIN NtuHHbOhs
"You might tell me your name, MISS"
said George, after space, with a bold
ness that surprised himself.
She murmured II very softly.
"And Rose was my mothers namer
he cried.
There seemed destiny In this roman
tic meeting. He stood up In n sort of
triumph; his heart was drumming, and
his blue eyes beamed.
''Roser' he said. impetuously. Then
he sat down, looking ridiculous, and
lashlng his presumptuous heart with
scorn. What mad fool he vast
They stood in the lane. Rose put out
her hand, and II was buried in big,
warm grasp.
"what sort OF bear do you take me
for, Miss Carolr
"Well, rather n nice sort OF bearw
"Do you know,"-abruptly-"Pve
come to think, all at once, that ought
to get married.
The imprisoned hand made an effort
towards freedom.
"You want woman in the house."
Rose granted.
"Polly's neither one thing nor the
otherw hopelessly.
How old are your" curlously.
"Old enough to be your father,
reckon thirty"
"Your, not too old TO marryw pro-
voklngly. AMI desperandum! You may
get married some day, there's no tell
ing. "Fm" - NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
ty."
mot much difference" medltatively.
81 must go"-hastily. "But you've
not told me how wicked you think me7"
Rose" tenderly, I'm Just thinking
you're about wicked enough to make
me a good wlfew
"oh" and the little woman drew
close.
"You're so big" she murmured
"But I've kind eyesw
"Let me look" and she held up her
sweet, blushlng face.
No wonder he kissed her.
She broke loose, with sudden cry:
"My mushroomsw
The basket which had brought them
together had been left behind.-New
York News.