Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1886-07-23

stroking the name of his restlye
pony. $50 you will not ride with
me tonight, Miss Doane y he re-
peated.
"No, Mr.. Thorne. | told you l
was housekeeper tonight. Mother
is not well, and cannot leave her"
"Then tomorrow may call for
you, at ten perhaps This is my
last opportunity, You know"
81 do not know, now, of any thing
to prevent"
"The cool little creature" he
soliloquized, when he had talked
for half an hour with his utmost
vivacty, and received only the
driest of responses. "lf it wasn't
for that miserable promise to Bond
| could tell her something that
would startle her a little, and per-
haps raise natural blush under
that pretty pink coating. Well, l
must plunge into business, though
very likely it will cost me the case.
May | have a flower I" he asked
aloud, reaching up to a towering
fuchsia which dropped aboye her
head.
"Oh, certainly" and she raised
her sweet face unsuSpiciously at
the very instant that he broke the
stem, letting down a shower of
drops upon her hair and cheek
She covered and laughed as she
rubbed her wet cheek vigorously
with her handkerchief.
Dwell, that's a failure he said
to himself, as he surveyed the spot
less linen in her hand. "rve one
experiment left, however. You
don't seem like yourself tonight,
Miss Doane, are you well p he ask
ed, a little later, as she shivered
and drew her white shawl closer
around her.
at seems to be growing chilly
she said, "and my head aches bad
/ ly. | think you will have to excuse
me and let me 60 in."
All here was his clew. lie re-
membered hearing his bright.eyed
sister freely complain of her bella
donna headaches, and he ventured,
modestly, "Niss Doane, | wonder
if you would be angry if | told you
a certain fact ont of MY pure friend
ship for you. pve dabbled in med
icine considerably, and I've sisters
of my own to Judge from. Would
you let me guess the cause of these
frequent headaches y
"The cause of my headaches 2
Certainly; | will not be angry, if
you can only explain them"
"Well then, sincerely as | adj
mire these beautiful eyes, they are
too bright, they see too much, -
and the cause is, perhaps-beIIadon-
ad."
She started from her seat at the
sound of that word, and crimsoned
painfully, all her thoughts turning
to one burning remembrance. "FOr.
! give me- he said, "fOr guessing
your secret. It shall be mine as
well.r
"Then," she faltered, "Mr. War
ing does not know ~
81 can not be positive of that,
Miss Doane."
80, oh ! knee he would find il
out" she murmured, as she turned
away and abruptly entered the
| hOnse.
"Wonder what the old tellow'l
say to this chuckled Harry to him
self the next morning as he drove
up to the studio. "Guess he dihn'
reckon on such speedy evidence
But why the dickens she shoulC
care whether 'Mr. Waring' knew Of
| not, is more than | can see.7
"How are you, Bond y he began
as he burst into the room and dash
ed forth a more ardent than scrupu
lous account OF his evenings dis
cOverles.
"She acknowledged fair anC
square, Bond, that she used bella
donna to make her eyes bright, 81
You see it's all over with you. She
promised to drive with me thi
morning, and twill be all settled
you see, before leave town. I'm
sorry to have stepped in your wa.
like this, but she isn't the kind o
a wife for you, old fellow. You'll
find some one else to suit you bet
ter. I must be fl,-its nearly ten
What, you don't mean to say you'v
begun to pack up already? Well
We shall probably meet again thi
summer. You must be down I,
the wedding, sure pop. Good-b.
if | don't see you again." and leap
ing into his phetOn he dashed OF
down the road in the gayest O
good spirits. He stopped at th
Office for his mail on the way, an,
was considerably surprised to fin,
IN it note from Bella DOane. II
tore it open hastily and read tn
} following words;
"MR. THORNE Il shall be obliG
ed to take back my agreement t
ride with you this morning. Bu
| would like to apologize to you TO
my rather uncivil behavior las
night. | do not understand hO'
you could have known that ! ha
seen the picture, though | am sur