Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1892-02-10
CHAPTER IL

I I
What do you think OF him2" said
Olive, booking up at Lucy Cromer.
with "A bright eager face.
The elder girl was lying on the
couch, and the younger sat on "a stool
by her side. They were alone together
in the little room. and the evening
light, shining through the small pancs
imbeddcd in lead-work. rested soft
/ ~ on Lucy's worn features and
I Olives nut-brown head. The day was
ending in golden calm; out-of-dcors the
| patches of velvet moss siiil held the
/ rain-drops, and the red blossoms 81 the
| towering currant sparlSlcd with mois-
turc; but the wind had died away. and
there was a great peace.
Lucy looked down with ono Of her
faint smiles, and laid her thin hand on
her friends shoulder.
II think ne is most fortunate man"
she said. But this answer did not
/ please Olive az all.
"Oh Lucy" she began in a disap-
pointed tone--''is that all you have 10
say? Why. everyone else seems 20
think that the good fortune l. on my
side"
DO they?' Lucys delicate lip
curled slightly. "That is because they
have not seen many men. wish /
could teach you 10 set higher value on
/ yourself, little one"
There was look OF trouble Ia the
clear brown eyes, and then came "A
pause and a sigh.
81 don't think much about myself. 90
| Olive said. ut last. why should +? II
is much more interesting 10 think about
! him"
The old story" sighed Lucy. gazing
fixedly into space.
But listen" cried Olive. deeply g.
| earnest You can hardly realize what
q grand noble fellow he g. You don't
belong 20 Eastmeon. Lucy, and You
have not watched his career az we have.
! Even II did not love him could not
fail To admire him. Only think. he was
the son Of drunken blacksmith. and
he rose by dint Of sheer determination
Our old vicar took him In hand and
helped him, and lent him bOol1s Then
| nc went 90 be a clerk at Pctersfeld. and
and rilere he became acquainted with "a
German who taught him his language
| French lac had learned already from Mad
/ emoisellc. who lived at the yicarage; IN
deed. there H. scarcely anything too
hard for him; and then came letter
! from Aaron Feuloke. who Is q foreman
/ In Battersby's works IN London lie
/ told Michael that Battersby wanted a
corresponding clerk. end advised him a.
try for the post And he did try and
got g."
"who IS Aaron Fenlakeer Lucy
asked.
Have not told You about Aaron2''
said Olive. whose eyes and checks were
bright with excitement. "flc H. the
sOn Of old Fenlate at the inn. a quiet
slow fellow, bot as good BIS gold and as
true "a steel. and devoted ~ Michael
Those two were always friends when
they were little boys."
And they are friends stillg'
Lucy put the question in % lanQuid
voice. but there was something in
Olives answer that aroused her atten.
ton.
Yes, The girl said. family. and with
deepening flush. "Ohl yes. they are
friends still"
Lucy watched her and saw the signs
Of inward tumult in those delicateIv
cut features. She understood that
Olive was determined 20 defend her
lover at any cost, even the cost Of her
own convictions. She was Just as GER
tain that Michael had given his friend
the cold shoulder a. n Il had been plain
" avowed, and she knew that Olive
could not think Of his conduct 20 Aaron
without pain.
"Ahl ] remember that you said some
thing about this Aaron and Jane Chai.
lock- she remarked. after q pause
Aaron IS IN love with Jane Olive
answered; "but he Is too shy 10 max her
70 wait for him. wish he would speak
out for james sake"
no ~ CONTINUED