The record-union., 1892-07-16

posting stables in Worcester-and I had
much to 90 to keep it in while we
breasted Redhil TO the level of the Lon
don road. Then | gave in its head and
tip from the heels, and away we shot
like two mad things. Seeing nothing but
the yellow road before me, | counted
every spring OF the animal as he skinned
along, scarcely seeming TO touch the
ground with his light hoofs and flying
faster and faster as he warmed to it and
heard my cries Of encouragement. For
half an hour [ let him go till we came
to a stiff hill not three miles from Ran
stOn. Here | pulled him up and made
him walk before the final rush in. He
was impatient to get on, so was I, for
from the top OF the hill / knew I could
see the church, and maybe some Of the
gathering people; but | held him in and
took out my watch. My heart sank-it
was 1888. ! eased the reinS with q shout,
and in three bounds we were at the hill
top and away again. | could see the
church now across the valley, and the
lag Ut its tower, and the pigmy forms
moving about the ward. But there was
still hope. still a chance to snatch Doris
back from ner peril-iOr such was my
purpose, and my dream had made me
desperate. l set my teeth and let the good
horse go.
1t was all over in ten minutes, and it
was Doris doing as much as mine. She
could not help it, maybe, and it was
rather sudden to jilt a man Just as the
vicar was asking whether she would have
him or not. But so it was, and / had no
sooner shown myself at the vestTy door
by Which / had entered than she saw me,
and with a "Oh, Jack, JaCk." stumbled
toward me and fell limp in my arms, and
lay there like a cut lily and as speech
less. l had carried her into the Nestry
and was bathing her temples with the
parsons drinking water before the we'd
ding party would realize what had come
to them. He was the IirSt to rush in, rs
was natural, perhaps.
Now, l would not have harmed him
Just then, for all his wordy spleen, if he
had not laid rough hands on me, as he
tried to force ME from my place. But
when the shock of his touch went through
me laid Doris head down for one mo-
ment while / spr&ng to my feet, and,
catching MIN by the collar and the small
OF the back, pitched him out OF the open
door with such goodwill that he fell on
the grass a dozen yards away and lay
there huddled heap Of blackness on the
green.
When I turned around Doris was OPEN
ing her eyes and looking UP at her moth
er, asking where she was. l knelt and
looked down at her; she stared while you
might count three; and then her arms
were around my neck, and | raised her
in mine.
"He declared his love here at this
wicket, as you had, dear, before him."
But the Ietter?' | said.
ooh, how could you believe it, Jack?
The letter was my second refusal, sent a
week after he had taken to his practice
He must have forwarded it TO you in the
cover OF one of mine. How cruel and
wicked Of him! And you" She looked
up, and there was such reproach in her
eyes that | turned mine away, not daring
to meet them.
jealousy made fool of me, Doris.
How can 1 tell it you? You see, the let
ter was SO Worded that, coming after
your silence and on top OF my knowl-
edge that he was still at Kanston, IL
Who told you he was still here? I
avoided the subject tor your Sake.'
'IIl news travels fast; but don't let us
speak OF II. He allowed the parcel to
reach you-what did you think when you
opened it?''
when was able TO I wrote you ask
ing what it meant?" she said simply.
And never answered.
mo"
I gazed at her nearly choking. What
had my suffering been 10 hers?
And oh, | was SO WTeiched Jack"
she went on in her naive way, and
when nc came third time fun of SYM
paIhy, and offered TO relieve poor mother
OF the debts which had nearly brought
the old home to the brink of breaking,
i said yes, feeling that 1 had no will
that it was g duty thrust upon me. But
it IS all past now, isn't it?''
Gladness made her sigh, and I could
feel her sweet breath as she looked up at
me.
do you forgive me then ?'' said I,
looking away, and thinking OF his abject
figure as he writhed under my whip an
hour ago.
Yes, yes, Jack, and you must, too.
You have punished him enough. and he
has promised to go away. Let us forget
him-lot rs look upon it IS bad dream.
Oh, Jack, my heart nearly runs over with
its gladness-- surely yours has naught
else IL it now.''
God bless you,' said I.
And you, Jack" said she
And then we joined hands and turned
to the house, becoming one in love and
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