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To-day's Short Story. I L m ON THE SNAGS. I I A firm, quick step sounded behind her on the hard country road £ and, though she well knew whose step it was. and her heart throbbed, and her breath came quicker, she only turned her head nonchalantly and said flippantly: "Oh, it ia you!" Yes. it ia me. You knew it was me. Are you going to throw me over?" and the big fellow's voice shook and his fair face flushed with pain. "Throw you over! Gentlemen never use slang—to ladies." You know what I mean, Jean. Are you aware that you refused to dance every dance with me to-night?" I really forget. My memory, you know-" One moment, if you please, and then I have done. Is it yes- or no?" Hunt, don't be stupid. You know I hate to be remarked on." And so do I, and I will not again be subjected to the remarks I heard to-day. Once more, is it yes or no?" Well, no, then, if you press the point." Be it so," And, with a grave bow, Hunt Ashly turned and was gone. Pretty Jane Inalow was stunned for a moment, then swallowed a gulp in her throat as pride battled to the front. Mt' Let him go. If a man is such a fool that Jre can't see—pshaw! nobody cares." And then, to prove that nobody did care, ehe sat down and cried until her pretty eyes looked like a stewed ferret's, and her pretty little nose had the appearance of an apoplectic lobster. "There's one small thing morally certain," ehe continued, of all the things in the wide world there's no-thing I hate like men." This last remark was made out aloud, and intended for the benefit of the trees and the wide-eyed purple violets; but 801M! it reached the ears of a tall fellow with blonde hair, who stood just on the other side of the blossoming hedge. He gave a slight whistle, and compressed his lips a little firmer as he strode off under the low, drooping tree without once looking behind. Well, I have done it now, and I'm glad he heard me say I hated him. Nobody cares. I'll go to the dance to-night with Phil, and flirt too." And Jean, with her head very high- in the air, tried to persuade herself that she really didn't care. Hunt Ashly went on down the road through the shaded village street, and stopped at the gate of a vine-wreathed cottage. Â. black-eyed, pleasant-faced girl was tying up some of the vines on trellises. Bess." he said, helping her twine up a golden jessamine, will you go to the dance with me to-night?" "What! Where's Jean?" Quarrelled." "Ah, I see. I'm invited for cat's-paw, eh?" No, I asked you because I did not wish to go alone." Well. all right. 111 go. The fact is, I've quarrelled with Phil, and—and I'd rather go with you than not." Jean and Bess were the two prettiest girls in the village, and the two best dancers besides, and that night when Jean and Phil appeared, Bess and Hunt had just finished the first set. Each took in the situation at a glance. Bess and Jean called each other hard names under their braath, and hated each other in a small-minded, womanly way intensely. The men stood and eyed each other fiercely, and paned their moustaches, and looked all if it would give them the most exquisite pleasure to annihilate each other. "Phil." said .-Jean, "come out on the piazza with me." The piazzaOh, certainly. Bat where are they going?" "Foilowing us, it seems." Close as their own shadows, Hunt and Bess stuck to them, and though there were a grea.t many tender things uttered on both sides, there was certainly not very much scope for so-called flirtation. .Bess," presently called Jean, are yon going boating to-morrow f" Yes, perhaps." Miss Bess is going in my boat. Whose boat do you grace. Miss Oh, Phil. of course," leaning tenderly towards him. And the next morning the gaily-painted boats rocked over the heart of the pulsing river as the stalwart arms of the oarsmen rowed against the gurgling ripples; then, throwing down their oars. they lazily drifted back with the current. But the two boats Jean and Bess were in still shot up the stream. "Hant. let us go back. Well be on the enags presently." And Bess's face was ashen pale. Call Phil back; he must be mad." And Jean in the other boat was saying: Phil. drive on snags. You don't care, and I don't. Hunt knows the danger; he'll stop in time." Suddenly Hunt Ashly's boat shot ahead. daring the warning snags. Madman, what do you mean? If life is eo cheap you're welcome to the death you covet. Jean, come into my boat, I command. you," and Hunt's voice had a ring in it Jean had never heard before. Command, indeed," shouted Phil. hoarsely. "You are pretty richly freighted. What would you have?"" Jean." Then the two bright glancing boats clashed, and over they turned, and with two tremendous cries, "Hunt," "Phil," down among the drift-wood the two couples went. but together—for Hunt had sprung to Jean, and Phil to Bess—and both were battling for the vine-covered banks. And each one deposited his dripping load safely under the low-spreading trees. An embarrassed silence fell on the quartette. Hunt was the first to break it. I say, Phil. there has been a confounded mistake somewhere. These girls have been playing us a nice game, truly." "No such thing. It wasn't us," and Bess's face rivalled the trumpet flowers over her head "Well get the boats righted now, and settle that question later." and. with a wicked laugh in his eyes, Phil walked off to where his painted Bess was rollicking, bottom upwards, among the vine and creepers. It did not take twenty minutes to get the tipsy shells afloat. With the airs of "conquering heroes," the young men stood by their respective crafts. Choose your boats, young ladies." Indignant chorus under the trees: To say men don't take advantage. Oh, I this is too much. To make us choose. How jnean!" "Bess, you choose first. "Oh, no. Jean, you choose." The yonn? men atood regarding them with owlish gravity. You will catch cold if you do not hasten into the boats." "They might save oar pride. rm awfully ehilly, Bess." (Sneeze). "So am I, oh!" (two—three sneezeg), Then Mr. Hunt Ashly, with horrible visions of cold and catarrh, walked up to Miss Jean Inslow, and prisoning the two little hands in one of his, and encircling the drenched, trembling little figure, kissed her flower face aflame.' will ycm eome-?" I Yes. Hunt." And Meekness walked obediently to her cockle-shell namesake. 'I' I wouldn't ta-ve done it. Bees," murmured Phil, after he had performed the same operation, if you had coma yourseif." Miss Meekness No. 2 followed the lead of Miss Meekness No. V but gave one last feminine claw. And tomorrow was come, and Bees tripped I over to see Jean. Marvellous, what frienda these two had I become! There was never saoh a thing in the world as a cold—never! "Hem; have you seen anybody to-day?" No; have you eeen samoone ?" No." (IntelligiWe very). there's yours at the gatel" Oh, and yoars up the road." Phil and I have concluded an a double wedding to-morrow. We've waited as long ae we intend to wait, arad I've bespokea the parson for twdre to-CMrrow; 1*0, Jean, put your frftrwja in mine—you don't hate me, now, do you—and tell me my wife win make my tea to-morrow evening." And prefcty, coquettish Jean, said. Yes." And Phil amd Bess, under the amber lipped, jasmine bower, had their own little explanations. You said yon would never ask me again, Phil? You swore it." And did I. sweetheart r N«—o; but somehow —— "But somehow I did, didn't I? Bless thoee old snags. Did you know that Hunt and Jean are going to be married to- ijorww?" Impossible!" "But they are. for I heard them. ask the parson, said. Bees, I asked the parson too. and the parson's wife heard as, and she'e the veriest old goesip you know, and it's all over the village by this time, amd here's the xing. and I risk a.ny more delays." ADd the ring fitted so nicely, and was so becoming to the little brown (hand that Bern said—w<e&, if Jean did, she would. And Jean, aurt afr BewMtid. .c.),q..c

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