The Bottineau pioneer., 1893-10-07

low IN love with her-how could
She IN There are certain things
In life which need not be told; they
are felt But 1t was her wish that no
one should talk to her about 1t. ~
Since Herbert showed his affection
for her she had quite neglected Ken
meth. But she was proud young
woman and was bound not to show
her love for q man who was spoken OF
by all society people in connection with
Mildred Deane. If once she loved a
man she wanted him to be her lover
only-a selfish trait of hers, in fact the
only bit of selfishness she could pardon
In herself. +. 81:
That evening while Lillys was out ut
a dinner party. Mr.. Barlow called TO
see her. When Dorothy informed her
of the fact the next morning she flushed
slightly, but said, in firm tones:
II am sorry to have missed him.
She slept longer than usual that
morning and, noticing this, Teddy made
it his task to find out the reason. In
passing through the library he saw his
mother put letter on the table, say
ing: "A letter for Lllys."
Teddy's little nose just touched the
surface of the table and his eyes peered
at the white missive for q moment,
and, his mother having left the room,
he said to himself as he stood on tip
toe and reached his chubby little arm
across the table: 'Dess Ill tate it
to her"
In the upper corridor in front of
Miss Forsythe's door Teddy encoun-
tered Jeanne, the maid, who placed her
index finger to her lips With a signifi-
cant "sh-h," which danger signal Teddy
did not appreciate, however,
use doin' to Aunt Lill, is"
mo, Teddy; she is sleeping; not now
From the moment he saw Jeanne the
little chap had hidden the letter he car
ried under his skirt.
But say Use doin'; dot somefin for
Aunt Lill." And he made an effort to
open the door with his one free hand:
Let me see. What have you for
auntie?' questioned the girl, bravely
holding the fort.
Teddy looked up at her defiantly.
won't tell 'oo." And when his at
tempts to get i'm We're again frustrated
by the hard-hearted Jeanne, Teddy set
up terrible howl, ali the while clutch
ing the letter with his little fist, so that
the maid carried him off in all haste to
the farther end of the house.
When at length she had set down the
obstreperOus young man he ran away
as fast as he could and hid in closet,
where Jeanne could not find him.
AS she started down the stairway for
the nurse Teddy came out of his retreat
after having tucked away the letter In
an old box i'm the closet.
1,o 1nl f1,o Sfa tr-
umphantly: Now, do tell auntie On
Co.," meaning the innocent Jeanne.
The night after the dance at UptOn's
Herbert Barlow had made a resolve to
find out as soon as possible whether or
no Lillys Forsythe loved him. He was
"A man of great determination and de-
cision. and consequently he set out for
the Kirk mansion to call upon the
young lady. What was his dismay to
find her out! He surely could never
screw up the necessary courage again
to face Miss Forsythe with the intention
of proposing to her-tO her who had
never given him the slightest encourage
ment.
But he was in love, and men in love
are often desperate. Never before had
a woman made so deep an impression
upon him, for he was not the young
man to have the picture of different
girl enameled on the inside of his watch
every three months.
Lillys Forsythe's face was enameled
ON his heart and nothing could efface it..
Now that fate had not been propitiOus,
he decided to write a letter pleading his
cause-how stiff the phrase sounded.
How cold his thoughts stood out in
black and white. But he could wait no
longer He felt that he must ask her
that very night or never. He had not
loved before Ohe talk about him and
Mildred Deane being a fabrication OF
her OWN, and he would never again
have faith in womankind if Lillys did
not accept him.
Miss FOrsythe arose at about noon the
next day, and upon reaching the dining
room was Informed. that box had az
rived for her. AS she opened it the
sweet, heavy perfume of a superb bou-
Quet of American Beauties greeted her,
and she searched in vain for a card of
the sender.
"No name!' she said to herself. 1T
cannot be Kenneth Crayton's peace
offering! He is too stubborn for that.
Perhaps" and the color crept into
her cheeks at the thought. Perhaps
Mr.. Barlow sent them. Pshaw! Lillys
Forsythe, you silly girl!' and she jump
ed up suddenly as if to shake off the
fond illusion. She did not Frow how
near the truth she had come in her SuS-
piciOns.
Six weeks later Lillys FOrsythe bade
her friends farewell, as she started on
her trip to London, where she intended
to visit an old uncle who was occupying
a fine house on the outskirts of the
great metropolis. There she hoped to
find some diversion, for her heart was
heavy and she was greatly perplexed.
Dorothy was dissatisfied with her for
refusing that splendid Mr.. Crayton,' y
besides two other men of good standing.
Since Herbert Barlow had treated
her so coldly and had finally left the
city altogether Lillys felt as if life in her
native town would be- uncomfortable.
In London she was received with
open arms by her uncle and his family,
who were quite proud of their Ameri-
can connection. She became so en-
chanted with her new life and sur
roundings that she almost forgot her
former home, all but the one person
whose image often came before her.
OHe uay, curly LII oepleIiluet, she auu
her cousin were taking a hurried trip
down town on the underground railway
At one of the stations, as the con.
ductor suddenly slammed the door of
their coupe, Lillys looked around, and
as she caught sight of a familiar face
opposite her, exclaimed:
why, Mr.. Barlow, how strange to
see you here!'
The gentleman addressed smiled, and
extending his hand in greeting, said
Yes, strange indeed. Whoever would
have thought that we should meet here
actually under English soil?" -.,