The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1884-08-15
and sought EIinor's house the first d

and sought Elinor's house the first OF
any.
Her greeting, though free from EN-.
barrassment, and perfectly courteous.
YET had Q something indefnable, which
struck the gentleman.
"Ellinor' he said softly, and his melo
dious tones thrilled the dormant heart
OF the woman, ssyou are not like your
self. Have you forgotten our partias
compact, little sister ~ 4 silky mustache
brushing her averted cheek.
THAT agreement is binding no long.
erF she cried, Indignantly, her usually
gentle. eyes flashing. DO not dare tc
touch me, Mr.. Gordon!D
Excitement lent an added charm tc
the mobile face. Gordon gazed at hen
admiringly. His love restrained fol-
years, wouldno more brook control. In
an e~cstacy Of longing, he caught her in
his arms, and kissed her madly, over
and over, until the scarlet hue of the
beloved countenance warned him TO de-
sist.
u will never forgive You" she pant
ed, breaking from him. never tears
rolling swiftly down. Leave mel
What have i doneg I have lost her
respect, her friendship" thought he
regretfully. Yet the bliss of that SUI
preme instant, when he had held her
close to his throbbing heart, more than
repaid for the self-denial of the past.
And Elinor? Bewildered, frighten-
ed, aroused from Der calm apathy, to
consciousness of the truth, she buried
her burning face in the sofa pillow,
sobbing. The impassioned, uncontrol-
liable ardor Of the man had in one mo-
ment swept away the barriers of cold
HISS and pride. Elinor Garrison knew
that she loved. But alas the knowl-
edge came too late. Walking home
ward, Gordon received so many con-
gratulasions upon his engagement that
he began to feel annoyed. Simply be-
cause / visit her first, they must needs
link our names" he muttered. 1t is
well she does not hear it II only wish
it We're So" a smile playing around his
fine, firm mouth.
well, when is it to be? called Miss
Olive, saucily, as, obeying o beckoning
finger, Gordon drew near her open win
dow.
"Now do not pretend ignorance" she
continued, "for I want to hear all about
her. Is she beautiful, rich, etc. p
ST shall be better able to answer you
when ] hear the fair ones name,' was
the laughing reply.
What an actor you would have made
The lady lives in Boston, whence g GER
tain gentleman has just returned"
$50, then, they have not referred TIC
Elinor, thought Gordon thankfully.
II assure you, Miss Lindsey, that ]
have no idea Of whom you are speak
ing"
Olive laughed. ssMiss Hepworth ]
believe her name IS"
"A tall, slim, drabish spinster rose be.
fore Gordon's vision. His mouth
twitched, but he said nothing.
"Well?" said Olive, inquiringly.
"Oh, excuse me please; good after
noon, and much to the young ladys
surprise, the tall figure was striding
down the street.
"Manners!" she grumbled, as she
closed the window.
Entering the familiar side door, Cor
don stepped lightly into the room he
had so lately quilted.
Elinor sprang hastily to her feet.
The traces Of weeping were evident.
She would have fled, but strong arms
detained her, gathering her in = close
fervent embrace.
A truthful voice murmured, tenderly,
ut is all a great mistake darling. How
could You doubt me, Elinor?"
aWas it not worth while, since it
showed me my hearth" was the low re-
ply, as shy, glad eyes were lifted to