The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1905-06-02

SVmtuueS with some men, Dut tney
arc such idiots. Mr.. Pyne is different;
che can't treat him so. And then she
recklessly determines to make a clean
breast of It,
"Mr. Pyne, wish you'd do some.
thing for me-"
With pleasure"
'You can get me diamond pin II
you like"
Delighted, am sure; but how"
Il want you to propose TO ne. Don't
be frightened; I'll say no, and won't
tell till you're gone.r
"ohl bet, presumeY he an
swered a trine grimly.
Eyes, that odious Mr. Juarez. They
arr all odious, but he is the worst.
He bet you wouldn't propose, because,
you see, they all do; anC then, Of
course, they sulk and uncle swears at
me. But we've been kind of friends,
and you're too good sort for that" she
ended trihe incoherentIy. 80 |
thought I might as well tell you about
It,"
Yes; uncommonly good natured Of
you. And he's bet pin" and Mr.
Pyne considers what a charming uncle
Miss Rebecca Cohen owns.
Yes; haven't any jewclry, and /
do want to score off that beast" and
Betty suddenly grew scarlet from an
ger Her bushes were not in the habit
of intruding themselves.
Miss Elizabeth Langley, / lay my
hand and heart at your feet"
Declined, with thanks" cried Betty
with a peal Of laughter. "Now shake
hands" and they shook hands.
The shower had ceased and Betty
rose TO her feet and shook the dead
leaves from her skirts.
For little while Ralph Pyne walked
on in deep meditation. Suddenly he
spoke. Miss Betty, what assurance
have you that Juarez will admit you
have won your betg'
What assurance! Isn't my word
enough?" she returned.
''It would make it a good deal surer
If you told him you were engaged TO
me- he answered calmly.
Betty sprang back, her face pale and
her eyes blazing.
How dare youl How dare youl
And thought we were friends" she
ended with smothered sob and van
ished among the trees, and Mr.. Ralph
Pyne muttered something between his
teeth about an unmitigated fool and
went back to the house.
An hour later a very pale and sub
dued Betty came gliding through the
strawberries. 1t was already evening.
and the house was brightly lit up and
the sound of voices and the click OF
balls sounded from the billiard room.
As she put her foot on the veranda
Mr.. Juarez strolled out Of the open
billiard room window.
"Hullo. Miss Bet" he shouted hilari-
ously, "Tve got news for you"
Il am afraid cannot stop to hear it;
the dressing gong has sounded"
"Oh. but you've got to stop" he
laughed. laying his fat hand on her
shoulder. 1t was obvious that tea had
not been the afternoon refresbwent in
the billiard room.
you've got to stop and hear my
news. Pyne IS of. Says he's sent for
by telegram and must be off by the
$40 We know better, don't we? He's
scared. But don't fret my dear" he
continued. changing his tone to one Of
maudlin tenderness. "you shan't be o
loser by him. You shall have your pin
an the same. Now doesn't that deserve
a kiss for thanks"
His odious arm was round her. Betty
gave a cry Of disgust and twisted her
self away. Ar the same moment
gentle push sent Mr.. Juarez staggering
to the end Of the veranda, and a cool
voice said, "I'll thank you to treat this
lady with a little more respect"
"What the dickens have you got to
say to ity" shouted Juarez, who was
brought mp short by the trellis at the
end OF the veranda and stood leaning
against its friendly support.
"Only that she has done me the honor
to promise to be my wife," was the
quiet reply in different tone to the
impassioned whisper that implored,
"You won't 60 back on me now, Bet
y?"
Betty was sobbing too heartily on
his shoulder to say no, and silence gave
Dorothea Townshend, in the
Taller.
"Jimv Farley's Overdose Of Cocaine.