Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1912-01-11

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spring 81 life. The same nrs runs N
her veins . IN mine. and / know.
Silva hat shs g for ne--her mes
sagep arc for me! =
.Conceited - mid silva, rising from
her ssat and ieaning against q vine
4rapsd plllAr with her back 10 the
moonlight.
"Oh silva, / an disappointed IN
you. q Ks cried q thought you'd give
: fellow come advice instead Of treat
ing mo hippantly. You must know
Tn not gushing 7 don't mean to
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siivve mo. Mash, said silva
quietly. You want to- ask mo how 70
approach the sort Of Fgirl you know
she Tsp
That's Il, exactly! She writes un.
der single name, Avis. but she must
have surname. and she must have
9 home somewhere, and want, to
meet her and some day marry her.
You are In earnest. Marshall1"
asked silva IN q shaking voice.
Il am. he said solemnly
Then | will arrange 1t. so you can
meet Avis-and hope you won't bs
disappointed, but I'm afraid you will.
Here comes Fen Purdy this Is his
dance. | must 60"
All, but you're a brick, silva the
next dance is mine. and we'll dance 1t,
oh, not sit it QUIT"
AS you please" murmured silva
and was gone.
Marshall arose and went to one Of
the open windows. leaning against the
frame and looking In on the dancers.
Now that he had intrusted his secret
to silva Smith, he felt that there was
more reality to it. than the mere
dreaming Of the identity of the poet
ess whose verses had won his love.
Strangely contented, he watched the
pretty scene within, glowing every
time y Siva Smith passed him, Fen
Purdy's black sleeve against the pale
pink OF her gown. Siva's hair was
bronze brown with golden lights and
her eyes We're the same and her face
was beautiful = surprisingly lovely
tonight, with her lips curved into q
happy smile and her brown eyes shin
Ing with inward joy.
All at once Marshall was Jealous Of
Fen Purdy, who had fallen helplessly
In love with silva. Purdy was rich
and handsome and silva was so desir-
able! Why had Marshall never
thought Of that before? By the time
the dance was over Marshall Bowman
knew that he was In love with silva
Smith, that he always had been and
that he would tell her of 1t as soon
/ % he could reach her side.
He claimed her at once and took
her out to the angle seat. ''Siva
Smith" he said solemnly Il know
you'll think I'm aafool, but I'VE just
discovered that there is somebody /
love more than Avis" .s4.
silva uttered low cry and her
hands fled to her heart.
Is it. silva? 2" he asked,
H. 4 !. d q
a little pain near my heart-l have
1t often. Pray tell me of your new
love-
Not new one-only, silva, dear,
Eve been watching you dancing. In
there and 4 find that you are the girl
Of my heart after. all don't sup
pose you could learn to like me lit
tle?'
II? Why, Marsh. never thought
you cared for me-
1T came to me all at once that II
you married Fen Purdy and mar
ried Avis, my paper lady, that would
be wretched all the days Of my life
You've been my confessor for SO long,
dear, you know, all my j sins-you
couldn't care. could you, Siva?'''
And silva told him, she could care
and she had cared for Ions time
How about poor Avis Of the poems p
she asked after a while.
All, 4 can't marry both you," he
laughed happily. "and choose you 2
If you marry me you will marry
Avis, too" said silva softly "Oh. you
blind Marshall! Transpose the letters
OF her name and you get mine! 1
wrote those verses to you-and found
you after all.
~ We found each other" amended
Marshall tenderly.