The Somerset reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1868-1909, 1890-12-11

Robert smiled
- don't ask many questions, said he.
Yes. 1t is called The Glen" she an
swered.
Mabel Wynne stayed and spent n.
svening at the Dale farm house She and
florrie sang sweet part-songs to the &C
compartment of Roberts violin; they
talked of old times and news; and wh. D
last Robert returned from seeing Mabel
home, Florrie clapped her hands gleefuly.
"Oh, Bob" she cried, '.isn', 1t nice TO
have Mabel here once more
And Bob's smile did her heart good
The next day, however, things assumed
new aspect. Robert and Florrie walk
ed up through the woods to the beaut full
new house, whose stained glass easements
commanded so rare q view OF hillside,
woodland and distant, winding river
Mabel was standing on the portico.
Now come in she cried rsdisntly
walk through all the rooms with the.
Here is the library-I want Roberts Idea
about filling that up-and here s,e the
drawing rooms. Florrie and | must de-
eide about these; for, to tell you the
iruth"-snd she colored pinker than the
heart OF rose-"I am going TO be mar
ried!'
Florrie started back with a lit'le xcla-
m2lion: Robert stood calm aud quiet a.
one of the marble statues in thr vestl.
bule.
"Msrried"-Florrie ed-"and not to
conhde in me Oh, May"
Tell me- said Mabel--'shall we furnish
he drawing rooms ia blue a., silver, or
or pink and goldg And shall nv rooms
be the south ores, or the suit looking ou'
over the river' And Bob mu st have the
vestibules fu ~nished to suit mans taste
shouldn't like to have my husband
crticse them when he comes. VIII YOU
10 this for me Bob, because OF the old
friendship? Oh. don't look so soemnly
At me know am asking great deal,
but | thought could depend on you"
You eau, he answered quietly
Come out aud look at the new sun dial
on the south lawn, added Mabel. Florrie
has run up stairs to see the river from
the observatory. We won't wait for her ;
because, Bob, want to tell you secret.
| would not your husband be the proper
person to conhde in, May" he asked
"In this case. no, Bob" she cried
Listen to me. love this man with all
my soul-this husband that is to be-and
he loves me"
Naturally" observed Robert, setting
his teeth.
But he does rot dare to tell me So
He thinks, don't you see. that l am an
heiress. Well, SO | am; but l am a
woman, nevertheless, and love him l.
my wretched money to part US If so.
will fling 1t all into the ocean, and begin
life anew as a beggar-girl. Now, Bon,
what shall | do 1t is for this tina. have
sent for you to come here. Answer me
quickly"
Tell him all, said Robert, huskily
''For Gods sake do not break his hear.
for so trining a cause as this !"
Mabers face crmsoned, her eyes fell to
the ground.
81 have told him." she murmured.
within this hour. Oh, Robert, Robert
have | said to much?'
MY May, my own dsrliug' cried
Dale. "And to think that this miserable,
false pride of mine failed to measure the
nobility of your virtue."
When Florrie came down from the OBJ
servatory to the marble sun dial, where
the minutes were measured Off by sun
shine-ah, how appropriate it seemed
just now, this division of time Bob aud
Mabel were sitting on rustic bench
and there WAS something In their faces
tthhatt betrayed tTay Ct. iho truth truth ~. oaoo.
Mabels lips dimpled into soft, shy
smile Bob drew Florrie toward him at
once:
"You have disc overed our secret, little
sister" said he.
Foraie uttered cry OF JOY.
"Oh, May - she said, is 1t Bob ~
Gould it be any one else than B1b2r
Mabel whispered, her sweet eye full of
loving light.
And then Florrie, the mendacious little
gypsy, declared that she had known it all
along II wasn't a bit of surprise to
to her. Everyb ,dy had seen it but Bob;
and Love was proverbially blnd.-Sltur-
day Night.