The River Falls times. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1894-1933, 1896-11-24
CHAPTER yII-(Continuedo

suppose IL ISL your Idu1l thai JOu
don't fancy ME; upon my word, don't
know what you should see in me, after
all. 1t is rough luck, though; | shall
never see your face nor hear your
voice again. | have been thinking we
should spend our whole lives together.
That thought had taken root deep;
how am | to get rid of it,"
Those were his last words. Before
Helen had time to think what they
meant he had gone; she heard him
talking 10 Miss Milford in the garden,
then She heard his quick step on the
gravel, then the click of the gate and
the rumble of wheels, loud at first, but
soon Iessening until they died into 81
lence.
Yes, he had gone but he would come
back; he had said he could not live
without her Surely, surely he would
try again. What had she said? Her
wretched pride. her suicidal vanity had
made her wound him. He must know,
he must guess that She was only a
woman. after all, and therefore to be
won The remembrance of Lady Lucy
FreeInantle ran a leaden thought
through her brain.
The recollection of Miss Jones hint,
her overbearing manner, the sins (of
omission Of the Jones prOgenitCrS, all
these things which had combined in
prompting her recent action were now
replaced by a new and sickening dread,
which she, unused to and FESTIVE I'M
der mental strain, Strove with all the
strength Of her strong will to Danish
and failed.
my love. we shall miss Mr.. Jones"
said her aunt as they sat together I'M
der the tulip tree drinking their tea.
Men make house lively, and he had
such pleasant. CHEEKY way about
him | declare he reminded me more
of my poor Thomas"
perhaps he will come tomorrow.
Helen was sitting, or rather l0unglng
back in deck-chair, her large White
hat was OH the grass at her feet, her
hands were clasped behind her head,
her eyes. soft and deWy, were fixed on
her companions face.
'Nay. my love, he babe me a last
good-by; he is going tonight on bust
ness to London, l understood him to
say land then he goes to PaXford, be-
lieve. Helen, your tea is getting cold.
Dear. dear! there is poor fly III 1t!
Helen carefully eXtricated the fly
with a leaf and placed it ON her knee
to dry and recover itself, but 1t was
past cure: the tea had been of fatal
heat. and it was dead. She looked at
it: how easily it had come to grief;
false fiutter. a fall and painful death
as punishment for one small mistake.
To and fro in the sunshine myriadS OF
gnats and flies were darting.
On the last day of her sojourn at
NCelcCmbe she had gone for her usual
evening ramble on the beach, and she
had walked for so long and so far that
she felt very tired as she toiled up the
steep ascent homeward. Fatigue was
a new sensation, but it's
'Your merry heart goes all the day,
Ycur sad one tires in a mile,
as Shakespeare and several other peo-
pie have hitherto observed.
When she reached Carnation cottage
she saw Miss Elizabeth, with chintz
skirt pinned UP high, and Betsey's pat
tens protecting her feet from the damp
Grass. spudd,,g up daisy roots on the
lawn. On seeing Helen she left her
work and hurried toward her.
MY DEAR" she cried, Il thought you
were never coming. Mrs. Majoribanks
has been here; she waited an hour on
purpose to wish you a good-by'
II should have liked very much
to have wished her good-by," said
Helen with mischievous CLEAN
in her eyes "Ein ewig Lebewold is
not always a wrench.
''She had news for us, Helen; she
had been calling at the Jones'; the en-
gagement is announced.
Helen was overtired; her knees were
trembling her voice was rather harsh,
she had raised it high. She turned to-
ward the sweet brier, then changed
her mind and faced the elder lady.
..Whose. engagement she asked.
..Sir Edwin Shutter and Miss Patricia
Jones' Mrs. Majoribanks is so yeXed;
she says that her son deliberately flung
away his chance"
A beautiful smile crept over Helens
face. the dimples played in her cheeks;
she laughed little joyous ,contented
laugh to herself.
Il hope they will be as happy-sls
happy as the queen she said. return
inc 10 the bush of sweet brier.
Both engagements announced on
the same day! A curious coincidence,
Helen Patricia's will take place first.
Lady Lucy Freemantie and our Mr..
Jones will not be married until Christ
mas. Lord Freemantle will not return
from America before then, and he
wishes to be present. The engage
ment gives universal satisfaction.
But the engagement was, in truth,
not nearly so unprecedented as Miss
Elizabeth Milford declared.
Poor Mr.. Flight, had he known it,
was avenged.
CHAPTER TX.
Summer was long past. The corn