The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1895-04-30
City Chemist, St. Louis:

| reproving shake of the head.
| well, III not discuss that point with
| you. just now. you're not a fit opponent
! under existing circumstances.
The dinner hour passed quickly with
| their bright chatter and ripping laugh
| ter. After her aunt left, Margaret
! wandered into the drawing-room and
| pulling aside the thick window cur
| tains, gazed into the dusk where the
stars were beginning to gliminer one
| 10y one.
How very good Douglas was to her,
| the boys and all, Too good. bless his
| heart, What noble man he was and
| very dear TO her-yet how she hated to
| leave the dear old home and the boys,
| The dear boys, they loved her so much
| and did she not return il a thousand
fold, She knew just what they would
be doing tonight in the dear old school
room.
Professor would be giving his opin-
ion on some subject under discussion.
in his slow drawl: Rodney, popping the
corn TO fill an immense pan; Jimmie
perched on the table. apparetly profess
Sor's most interested listener, but
secretly sneaking corn from the dish
behind him, later on to be pounded for
il by poor hot Rodney; Bobby fiat on
his back on the floor siyly swapping
corn at the Professors nose. who would
bear il very patiently until an unusual /
~ large kernel came a little TOO hdrd,
then. the worm would turn and lively
Chase around the room would enSue-
Oh. dear. how she hated TO leave them
all, Would they miss her as much as
she would them-a little sob breaking
from her, as the slow tears filled her
eyes.
a slight sound caused her To turn and
there. standing in the strong light of
the chandelier, was Philip Laird, very
brown, with a deep scar on his cheek,
looking many years older. but his blue
eyes filled with love and glad sur
prise he could not hide.
Margaret. pale as a lily, stood mute.
THE servant said he began, step
ping forward, Miss s.. Clair-MarSa-
ret.''-with all his love and loss thrill
ing in the name as he saw her dear face
again.
AT the familiar tones Of his voice.
Ma rSaret Startel as If from dream,
and the color famed 10 her cheeks.
Margaret, Margaret" in passionate
tones. why didn't YOU wait darling?
FoTgetful Of everything; Of all that
had happened, the change in her life
Douglas. all--only remembering that
dear old Phil WAS there. that he loved
her. Margaret stretched ont her hands
To him like tired child, and the next
moment she was in his arms sohhing.
He smOothed the brown head gently.
that lay against his shoulder. as he
spoke 10 her in low. tender voice.
Would il be asking too much?' in
quired a calm voice behind them IN
cool. even tones, IF l beg II be intro
duced to your-friend-Mis -. Clair
Margaret. going pale 10 her lips.
started back from Philip and turned.
with fearless eyes. 70 Douglas standing
quietly with folded arms. against the
wall He never even glanced at Philip
hut kept his eyes steadily on Margaret
There was not a sign Of excitement
about him eNce2; the extreme bright
ness Of his eyes. and d deep line in mis-
forehead.
Philip. very white. faced the new
conner with eyes in which there WAS a
dangerous light.
Il viii relieve the lady Of that. sill"
but Margaret touching him gently on
ire arm. said quietly. with a sad. little
smile.
Don't Phil. there is nothing you can
say now
GENERA MADELINE JOCELYN,