Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1897-11-04

ner afternoons serv1tude. ana sup
pose it is not necessary to assure you
that there was no more monotony for
her from that time She saw the young
man frequently-in fact, every day
and"-her face saddens-"with init
macy came the knowledge that she
loved him. -
An impressive pause. Kathleen buries
her face in her hands. Weare all SO ex-
cited we are sitting on the very edge of
our seats.
$50 on" says Lou. "Then what?
Are you engaged to him?'
"They became engaged" continues
Kathleen. "And they We're in dream
Of happiness which was rudely broken
by the girls father finding out the con-
dition Of affairs and sending her to q
boarding school, for he wished her to
marry another man. But the girl with
her lovers devoted words and adoring
looks in her mind was brave and stead
fast i'm her determination to be true to
him and went to the school rather than
be welded to a man she did not, could
never, love-"
cob, Kathleen" exclaimed, - chow
could you be SO jolly and nice when you
came?"
"Ah," she answers, Zone can seem
happy when ones heart is aching. It is
only when one isalone that sad thoughts
are ones companions and one battles
with despair"
We look at her with awe and pity.
"You poor childl'' I say caressingly.
"Never mind. It will all come right
yet, am sure. But tell us when you
discovered our literature teacher and
your fiance were the same"
1t flashed upon my heroine in Sec
ond, when she heard man was coming
to fill the vacant post, that he was her
Frank and that he had rashly followed
her and in his determination to see her
had become a teacher for her sake.''
How romantic!" signs Lou.
Sand how well he teaches!" I add
"He graduated from Harvard, you see, ;"
explains Kathleen, "and of course he
knows enough to teach y
How do you feel when you are in
love?" asks Hortense anxiously.
ooh, all kinds of cold and shivery
and gladv' answers Kathleen somewhat
vaguely. Who could ever tell what
love was?
Kathleen" say coaxingly, "show
us some of your love letters. y
"Well," bashfully, 1T will let you
see one if you will promise never to tell
and if you won't laugh.''
We promise, and she takes note
from her pocket and hands it to us.
"Why should cruel fate keep us
thus apart, my darling?" it begins.
"You do not suffer as I do, fer YOU
have cheerful, bright Companions to
help yes!. , forget, while L But will
/ not sadden you with my complaints.
Try to see me for one minute after the
GLASS tomorrow and assure me once
again that you love me, for the lnowl-
edge that you do is all have to make
life bearable Have I not succeeded well
with my disguised writing? am sure no
one would ever recognize it as mine.
Love will always find out the way, my
peerless one. Devotedly, Frank w"
"And now, girls says Kathleen,
"are you satisfied? You have been con-
fided in fully and freely. Prove your
selves worthy of trust and do not show
in any way that you know this story. -
We assure her we will be careful,
and, awaking to sense Of the honor,
we depart reluctantly, for we are crazy
to stay and talk it all over.
| During the next two or three weeks
Kathleen shows US every now and then
notes from Mr.. Wrinkle, written in the
same-well, appreciative manner. He
certainly is very devoted to her, but
one would never imagine from his man
ner that there was anything between
| them.
Nothing is talked or thought of among
us but Kathleen and Mr.. Wrinkle. The
sensation longed for has indeed come
and the monotony is relieved in won
derful measure. Verify + am indebted
to Kathleen for this change of affairs,
and tell her so, whereupon she ex-
ecutes pas seul and, to explain it, in
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