The Evening dispatch. [volume] (Provo, City, Utah) 1891-1895, 1895-05-17

which breathed from those celI-Iike bed
rooms, but certainly on that third even
ing of our sojourn there the girls man
ner had changed. Betty's beautiful fac
was sad and olouded, and Kittie's gay
ETY. had vanished After dinner sh
pleaded headache and went to he
room, and Betty looked troubled as sh
left us, but did not offer to follow.
suggested stroll in the convent gar
den, whence came the click of th,
bowls, for that old world game was al
ways in full swing after the day worl
was over. The garden, being large
served as an open air club to the towns
people. Betty agreed, and we were soo1
in the cool, high walled pleasance-s
quiet spot, where all we heard of the
players was the click of the ball and the
distant sound of laughter and talk.
The sun had set, and cool breeze
was whispering among the broad leaves
of the fig trees. In the grass the drone
of the grasshopper made a sleepy muir
muir. Betty was CuriOusly silent, trife
embarrassed in manner, and somehow
this unwonted shyness and taciturnity
gave me confidence in myself l talked
to her about many things, as if were
entitled to her sympathy, told her of my
struggles, of my ambitions, of my hopes
talked as a man rarely talks save to
the woman he loves and hopes to win
for his wife.
Somehow or other-made bold, l
think, by a tender softening of her face
when l spoke about the hardness of the
struggle for fame when the struggle is
made single handed blurted out my
secret loved her, and life would be a
desert without her love.
Then in the gray twilight 1 saw a
white, astonished face and two large
eyes look at me almost ID
horror.
Mr.. Aslehurst, she painted, "you
are surely mad! 1t is not you love. 1t
is she stopped and bit her lips.
Good heavens! 1t was the old compli-
cation. read her unspoken thought in
q flash. She believed it was Kittie |
loved; that it was for Kittie's sake that
| had dangled at their heels all this time.
l was about to protest that it was she
Betty, and she only that l loved
when she resumed, in calm, self pos
sessed tone:
"You must forget that you have ever
spoken so to me, MIR. Aslehurst; that you
have ever thought of me-in that way
for l am married already. My hus
band is coming to join us at Pontre-
sina.
stared at her incredulously for a
"But, Miss Blount"-
81 was Miss Blount once. am Mrs.
Field now. Perhaps you know my hus-
oand. He is barrister too He could
lot get away sooner, because he had
some important case to work up" she
vent on rapidly. "It is all Kittie Mori-
ION 'sfault-this-th dreadful mistake
zittie was my greatest chum before /
married last year. She was very angry
With me for marrying, and she persuad-
ID me, just for the sake of old times,
when we used to come abroad together
or walking tours, to be Miss BlOunt
gain. 1t was she who wrote the name
n the hotel book at Bormio, and when
'ou called me Miss Blount Kittie was
delighted and insisted ON keeping up
he joke, y
"That was little rough on me-"
aid in crestfallen way. The comical
ide of the situation was apparent to
ne, and for the moment l forgot the
angs of despised love.
eve did not mean any harm,' she
1urmured humbly. eve used to have
UGH splendid times together when we
CURED about, Kittie and l. When |
card you cali me Miss Blount, almost
C:got that had husband in London"
Poor Fieldl He would not be fiat
cred. Z"
"You know my husband?"
Slightly. We meet pretty often in
all, " I answered dryly.
"Oh, Mr.. Aslehurst, what must you
hink of me? But do love Edward,
nd IL shall be so happy to see him at
'ontresina. We are model couple, and
yer so contented. IL thought that
GU admired Kittie Morrison. She is
UGH dear, good girl. She has always
cen very independent and high spirit
d, butt Again she stopped, and 1
cad in Mrs. Fields beautiful face the
ist of little romance that had no
oubt been simmering in her brain ever
ince our meeting in the rain swept pass
f Stelvio.
Alas, how easily things go wrongI I
ad fallen in love with the wife instead
with the maid, thanks to Miss Kittie
Iorison's little freak. Betty must
all her by the name I have called her
ways il my thoughts-Betty had al
owed the freak to be INDUCED, and /
'as broken hearted man-for fully SO
ours. But l could not in mere civility
cave the two forlorn women to tTudge |
Ogether to Pontresina, especially now
nat l knew one of them was the wife |
brother barrister. By the time we |
cached our Alpine Mecca we were the
est of friends again. Field turned up a |
ay or two later and l staid on, for
'e all found four pleasanter number
nan three in our mountain expeditions,
nd really, Kittie Morison-she has an
Their name now-was and is very !
retty girl, and she is certainly much |
9ss independent than when first made
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