The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1889-02-08
there, sobbing like the weakes,
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there, sobbing like the weakest
Schoolgirl.
Never in her life had such contend.
ing emotions possessed her. Hot
waves of crimson swept over her
throat and face az she recalled his
words, the passion of his eyes.
But she has taught him q lesson.
He treated her with perfect courtesy,
but there were no more delightful
talks and readings. He held graveIy
aloof, meeting her only attheir meals,
and she found the time hanging
heavily on her hands.
A feverish unrest took possession
of her, and as the time for her return
to the city drew nearer she grew
graver.
One day one of the children ran
breathlessly in crying:
1.-THE Gotten gins busted, and l
'spect Cousin Brian's killed."
Rosamond started to her feet and
ran bareheaded out into the yard.
through the gate and down the LAM
toward the gin. Killed. Brian JEFF
frey, in all his strength and youth,
killed!
The hot u beat upon her fan
head, dazzled her eyes; she grew faint.
Miss Ewald!'
She stopped, looked up with a low
cry, then held out her hands.
He stood before her, untouched un.
harmed.
ooh, Brian, Brian. they told me
you had been killed. Forgive my
wicked pride, my cruel words, for I
love youi"
The truth was out Mt last, the
truth she had been learning ever
since their estrangement.
He caught her hands and kissed
them passionately.
Forgive you? What could / not
forgive you for those words, my
dearest? AS no lives were lost, |
thank heaven for the accident that
has caused this betrayal of your
heartl"
Miss Ewald was at q reception,
gowned in creamy silk, and with dia-
monds at her throat. 1t was the
first reception of the season, and her
friends gathered around her, declar-
ing that the Summerhad mysterious
ly changed her, but the yivacious,
laughing hostess bore her off to n
pretty mushroom.
II want to introduce you to u
friend of my husbands, o fine must
clan, wealthy, cultivated, who has
travelled and studied abroad as well
as in America. If you were not so
finty hearted, Rosamond, / should
hope to make a match between you"
Miss Ewald laughed softly as she
thought of Brian Jeffrey. and turned
the simple pearl ring he had placed
upon her finger.
What would herfashionable friends
say if they knew that she had promis-
ed to marry farmer, and loved him?
The MUSHROOM vas deserted save
for a solitary figure standing before
the grand piano. Not until the gen
tleman turned, and her hostess said
"Mr. Jeffrey" did she realize that it
was Brian himself who stood before
her in faultless evening dress, hisface
and hands still showing the sunburn
of his labor at Grasslands.
"You deceived mel" she cried, pale
with conflicting emotions, when they
were left alone.
"My dearest, you decided yourself.
by taking it for granted that | was
al uncultivated tiller of the soil, and
then it was too tempting to learn all
your sweet nature as my b%enefac-
tress. [ made the family promise
not to u%ndeceive you. Are youangry,
darling? 1 called at your home this
evening to tell you of your mistake,
to ask your pardon for the decep-
ton; and learning you were here,
came on determined to seeyou. The
owner of Grasslands is indeed my
uncle, and | went out there to work
this past season because / needed
outdoor exercise, and because | like
farming. Rosamond, it was the hap Z
piest Summer of my life"
Sand of mine," she murmurad at
last, her lips meeting his.
Then he sang "My Queen" in a
way that drew half the guests to the
room; and with a happy smile, Miss
thought her protege would do
her great honor.-Saturday Night.