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


ried 70 him. even II he aias ria
sentence was too tremendous 10 &
finished even in thought II don't
think can be. Men must surely say
something and not take It for granted
\ you ere In love with them and want to
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 Mark was
a little different. I don't like Ills cnre-
less ways. He adulires me, can tell
that by the way he looks, but lie ad-
mires himself just as much and tx
! poets me to do the same. Still. l SUP.
! pose none Of them are perfect, and
girls have 10 forgive lots OF LITTLE
things when they are engaged. Mother
must have forgiven a good many
things when she took father, Any.
! way, Mark Is going away for month
on business. so shan't have to mako
up my mind Just yetl'' Here sleep de-
scended npon the slightly puzzled, but
on tho whole dellghtfully compiaeent
little creature, bringing her most NJ
Turing and untrustworthyl 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 deeeiver or ruth
less breaker of hearts, and 50 far "a
known no scalps OF village beauties
were hung to his belt. he was lika-
BILE, light weight young chap, as iHdo-
lent and pleasure loving as the strict
customs OF the community would PER-
init and kiss. in his mind, most Ger.
sainly never would lead to the altar
else he had already been many times
bridegroom. Miss Patience Baxters
maiden meditations and uncertainties
and perplexities, therefore, were ,iecid-
eddy premature. She was natural
born, unconsciously artistic, highly ex-
pert and finished coquette. She was
all this at seventeen, and Marx at
twenty-four was by no means a match
for her in this field Of effort yet But
sometimes in getting her victim into
the net the coquette loses her balance
and falls in herself. There wasn't a
bit Of harm in Marquis de Lafayette.
but he was extremely agile in keeping
out of nets.
Waitstill was restless. too. that night,
although she could not have told the
reason. She opened her window nc the
back OF the house and leaned out. The
evening was mild, with a soft wind
blowing. She could hear the full brook
dashing through the edge of the wood
lot and even tho "kerchug'' OF an occa
sional bnllfrog. There were great misty
stars in the sky, but no moon.
There was no light IN Aunt Abby
Coles kitchen, but a faint gIimmer
shone through the windows OF Uncle
Bart's joiner's shop, showing that the
old man was either having an hour of
peaceful contemplation with no com
panion but his pipe OF that there might
be little group Of privileged visitors.
headed by Jed Morrill,. busily discuss
ing the affairs OF the nation.
Waitstlll felt troubled and anxious
tonight, bruised by the little daily tor
mentc that lessened her courage but
never wholly destroyed 1t. Any one
who believed implicitly In hetedity
might have been puzzled, perhaps. 10
account for her, He might fantasti-
cally picture her as making herself out
OF her ancestors, using d free hand.
picking and choosing what she liked
best, with due care for the effect 81
combinations; selecting here and there
and modifying, IL advisable, trait Of
Grandpa or Grandma Foxwell, OF
Great Uncle or Great Aunt Baxtef
borrowing qualities lavishly from her
own gentle horn and gently bred moth.
er and carefully avoiding her respect
ed fathers stock, exeept perhaps 10
take q dash OF his pluck and an ounce
OF his persistence. jed Morrill, RS
marked OF Deacon Baxter once, ewhen
Old Foxy wants anything hen walt Gil
hell freezes over afore he'll give dp.y
Waitstill had her fathers arm chin.
but there the likeness ,ended. The
proud curve Of her nostrils. the clear,
wen opened eye with its deep fringe
Of lAshes, the earnest mouth, all these
can1e from the mother who was little
more than a dim memory.
waitstilt dlsdnined any vaaue
dreary, colorleAs theory of life and it,
meaning. She had Joined the church at
fifteen, more or less because other Girls
did and the parson had persuaded her
but out Of her hard life she had sone.
how framed courageous pIiiiesophy
that kept her erect ana undfhshed. 10
matter how great her difficulties SHE
bad no idea of bringing 4 poor, weak,
dragged soul to her Maker at the last
day, saying, Here is all / have man
aged to save out OF what you gave
meI''
Patty slept sweetly on the other side
81 the partition, the contemplation Of
her twopenny tfiumphs bringing
smile to her childish lips, but even 50
good heart was there (stiii perhaps ii
the process Of making, quick wit
ready sympathy, natural charm; pien
", indeed. for the stronger sister Il
cherish, protect ana hold precious hs
she did with ~ her mind and soul