The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1914-05-01

J. II y
rfed to him even ii Ne did me
sentence was too tremendous to IS
finished even in Thought II don
think can Be. Men must surely say
something and not take 1t for granted
You are IA love with them ana want Ia
marry them. 1t is what they say when
they ask that should like. much bet
ter than being married, when I'm only
Just past seventeen. wish Marx was
a little different. I don't like bis care.
less ways, He .admires me- ] can tell
that by the way he looks, bat lie d.
nnires himself Just as much and e.
poets me to do che same. SIN. I SUP
pose none Of them are perfect, and
girls have to forgive lots OF little
things when they are engag ed. Mother
must have forgiven a good many
things when she took father ANY
way, Mark is going away for d month
on business. so shan't have to make
/ UP my mind just yet" Here sleep dc!
scented upon the slightly puzzled, but
on the whole DELIGHTFULLY."- complacent
little creature, bringing her most ii.
Turing and untrustworthy dreams.
The dear Innocent had indeed no
need Of haste. Young Mr.. Marquis de
Lafayette Wilson-Mark for short was
not IN the least gay deceiver or ruth
less breaker of hearts, and so far az
known no scalps OF village beauties
were hung to his belt. He was lika
BILE, light weight young chap, as indo.
lent and pleasure loving as the strict
customs Of the community would per-
NIT, and a kiss. IN his mind, most GER
Safnly never would lead to the altar,
else he had already been many times
a bridegroom Miss Patience BaxteF's
maiden meditations and uncertainties
and perplextttes, therefore, were decid.
eddy premature She was a natural
born, unconsciously artistic, highly ex.
pert and finished coquette. She was
all this at seventeen, and Mark at
twenty-four was by no means match
for her in this field OF effort vet. But
sometimes in getting her victim into
the net the coquette loses her balance
and fails in herself. There wasn't d
bit of harm in Marquis de Lafayette.
but he was extremely agile in keeping
out of nets.
Wattstii was restless, too, that night.
although she could not have told the
reason. She opened her window at the
back Of the house and leaned out. Tho
evening was mild, with soft wind
blowing, She could hear the full brook
dashing through the edge Of the wood
lot and even the "kerchug" Of an occc.
sional hullfrog. There were great misty.
Stars IN the sky, but no moon.
There was no Hight In Aunt Abby
Coles kitchen, but faint giimmer
shone through the windows OF Uncle
Barts 1oiner's shop, showing that the
old man was either having an honr Of
peaceful contemplation with no com.
panion but his pipe or that there might
be little group of privileged visitors,
headed by Jed Morrill,, busily discuss
ing the affairs Of the nation.
Waitstill felt troubled and anxious
tonight, bruised by the little daily tor.
ments that fessened her courage hut
never wholly destroyed It. Any one
who believed Implicitly in heredisv
might have been puzzled. perhaps Is
account for her. He might fantasti.
cally picture her as making herself ont
OF her ancestors. using frea band
picking and choosing what she lieed
best, with due care for the efteet "a
combinations; selecting here and there
and modifying, il advisable, a trait ~
Grandpa or Grandma FoxwelI n
Great Uncle or Great Amt Raxtey,
borrowing qualities layishly fron, MAJ
own gentle horn and gently bred moth.
er ana carefnlly ayo,dIne ber ~ ,.osns.
cd fathers stock. excent perl,ans to
| take a dash of his plueI 81. and A o,inse
az his nersistence Had M Morr,,, ~
marked OF Deacon Baxter once ,,Syi,sn
Old Fexy wants anvtb,ng ha,Ii ,.a,t M
he'll freezes aver afnre bss,l ,iya x,
Waitstlll had her father's .,I ~ cI,,s
but there the likeness + sn sssss nyse
proud curve Of her nostrii iss't ia cIssT
wen opened. eve. with its deem .frIsrs