The End of the World: A Love Story

f she did marry a Dutchman! She might as

o longer able to shut his tongue securely in. So now, when his wife poured out this hot lava of argumentum ad hominem, he closed the teeth down in a dead-lock way over the tongue, and compressed the lips tightly over the teeth, and shut his fin

looked upon with hardly more favor than the Californians feel for the almond-eyed Chinaman. They were foreigners, who would talk gibberish instead of the plain English which everybody c

Mrs. Anderson's, she had set a trap for he

Jul-y-e-ee!"

ump-ups," came quickly toward the house, though she know it would be of no use to come quickl

to know! You're never in reach when you're wanted

have been good for nothing as the result of such teaching. But though this was not the first, nor the thousandth, nor the ten thousandth time that she had been told that she was good for nothing, the accustomed insult seemed to sting her now more than ever. Was it that

what I borried of her last week. And tell her that they'll be a new-fangled preacher at th

ly meek style. She smarted a little yet from

ew words from August Wehle be pleasant to her ears after her mother's sharp depreciation? It is at least safe to conjecture that some such feeling made her hurry through the long, waving timothy of the meadow, and made her cross the log that spanned the brook without ever so much as stopping to look at the minnows glancing a

Anderson noticed.

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ill to take the path round the fence under shelter of the blackberry thicket until she came to the clump of alders, from th

the plow was thrown clean from the furrow. And when he came to the shade of the butternut-tree by which she must pass, it had seemed to him imperative that the horses should rest. Besides, the hames-string wanted tightening on the bay, and old Dick's throat-latch must need a little fixing. He was not sure that the clevis-pin had not been loosened by the collision with the stone just now. And so, upon one pretext and another, he managed to delay starting his plow until Julia cam

k it into bits while he talked, looking down most of the time, but lifting her eyes to his now and then. And to the sun-browned but delicate-faced young German it seemed, a vision of Paradise--every glimpse of that fresh girl's face

elling one another of it. But they were young, and separated by circumstances, and they had hardly begun to think of marriage yet. It was enough for the present to love and be loved. The most del

the anemones and the violets that were already blooming in the corners of the fence. Girls in love are not apt to say any thing very fresh. And Julia only said

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lia evaded this very pleasant shaft by saying: "

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such a range that he could see the bright eyes and blushing face at the bottom of this camera-oscura. He did not hasten to re

I do know I have learned out

to him, and my father doesn't often have anything to say to him. And so you have been at his house. They say he has all up-stai

again out of the range of his eyes, which, in truth, were too steadfast in their gaz

le Andrew so cu

don't know. He seems happy. I don't wonder a man should be curious though when a woman that he lov

was to be a Millerite preacher at the school-house on Sunday night. And August found that his horses were quite cool, while he was quite hot. He cleaned his mold board, and swung his plow round, and then, with a "Whoa! haw!" and a pull upon the single line which Western plowmen use to guide their horses, he drew the team into their place, and set him

ing plowboy, and she went back to the house vowing that she'd "teach Jule Anderson how to spend her time talking to a Dutchman." And yet the more she thought of it, the more she was satisfied that it wasn't best to "

ded that August Wehle should be paid off and discharged. And when Anderson had hesitated, because he fe

f she did marry a Dutchman! She might as