Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1891-09-03

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cared enough to marry me; you have
owned that, Mia, and you can never
take it back. Nothing on earth can rob
me of that crumb of comfort now. You
would have been mine-mine, Nita,"
with a sharp drawn breath, his fingers
closing on the reins as if he were hold
ing himself back from catching her in
his arms, "and you would have been but
for that pack Of meddlers-damn them!'
Don't, Gray. Can't you see that it
was all for the best?' in cool, disrassion-
ate reasoning. Il would have married
you for your money-to have had a hand
some home of my own-that is the truth
Of the matter; and that sort of marriage
is always a failure. 1t would have been
a cat and dog life we would have led to-
gether."
1T would have been heaven" he pas
sionately retorted. You would not
have married me if you had not been a
little fond Of me. money or no money.
| know you better"
81 wish you would put on your over
coat. she abruptly i~nterposed.
Bother the ~overcoatl" with an I'M
steady laugh: ''but of course you must
have your way
I'VE are almost there" she remarked,
thinking to bring the conversation to
safer ground, as he stopped the team to
find the garment and put it on. From
the top Of this hill we shall look down
directly upon the park; and, do You
know, ! am beginning to think it is
rather a poor place after all? | am al
most sorry we came"
'Well, my anticipations We're cop
pered to start with he coolly returned,
lifting the reins as if to turn the horses
around. Lets go back"
$50 back nowl" cried Anita sharply.
laying a remonstrant hand upon his arm.
"What an ideal"
''The time to 90 back is when you dis
that you don't want to go ahead,
wherever you are or whatever the enter
prise. Life is too short to fool it away
going one way when inclination pulls
you another There was a world of
meaning in his tones, freighted with
passionate tenderness, his eyes glowing
into hers. "Come. Nita. can't we go
back?'
'Of course not brusquely, reaching
for the whip in her impotence. to touch
the horses herself. Don't be a goose.
Gray"
sWould you like to driver" with sulky
courtesy offering the reins.
OPPORTUNITY at that moment, from a
bride trail emerging upon the road
ahead. appeared three horseback riders
Mrs. Rogers, her husband and a cleri-
cal looking stranger. The lady and the
doctor, after a glance Of recognition,
stopped to let the carriage overtake
them.
"Can it be actually your cried the
vivacious little lady, all smiles and dim
pies, refining up beside them. Anita was
glad for even this interruption, greeting
her with unwonted cordiality.
"And did you meet DOM"
''Donald-has he gomez faltered Anita.
dismayed.
Actually done gone-could not live
without you for another day" in her
tone of laughing raillery. And here
you arel What a joke on himl'
But when did he go? don't under
stand" looking puzzled.
He started this morning: but he said
he should take the blazed trail over the
hills. so of course you would not have
met him" explained the doctor.
He must take the shortest cut in his
uncomfortable patience, you see. All,
nobody could doubt that His heart was
true to PolI-you know the song, show
ing all her pretty white teeth in a laugh
ing side glance at Gray, who was appre-
ciatively regarding her. II presume you
will be obliged to curb your Impotence
to turn around and follow him until to-
morrow at least; so we will see you
again with a laughing nod as she rode
on ahead. And as she swiftly passed
from sight beyond the brow of the Hill
they could hear her singing, her little
lifting voice as full of joyous abandon as
a child's:
His art was true to Poll.
His art was true TO POLL
No matter what you do.
II your art be true.
And his art was true TO Poll.
"And who is her ladyshipy" queried
Gray. when his fixed gaze had lost sight
of the dainty figure in its %trim-ftting
habit. Anita did not hear him.
''She called him Don!-to my facet
my husbandr" she exclaimed, in a white
heat of anger. What a vulgar, III bred
little wretch she isl To think of being
compelled to know such a person!"
There was a wicked light of laughter
in Gray's discreetly averted eyes. He
had made a discovery. lawfully pretty, !
though, Nita-give the what's-his-name
his due" he said demurely. Just the
kind of woman, | should say, to raise the
devil with some men. Who is she! Tell
me about her"
There is nothing to tell" with cold
disgust, Except that
my diagnosis was correct:-she does
raise the devily"
Precisely