The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1897-05-31


many months, was pleased well pleased.
II only trust You may never learn to
know, as most women do, what It means
to be tired Of not having been SAFE"
Then he mounted her and put tho reins
in her long, slender hands. He had seen
no long, slender hands, either, in many,
many months.
When he, too, was mounted, he raised
his sombrero. "Good morning, Miss
Chamberlain" he said.
But Miss Chamberlain had no mind
that 1t should end thus. Her narrow black
eyes looked at him innocently. Weren't
You going to town."
Lovat hesitated.
II know you were. Come"
"I''-
ooh, II you don't want to, you needn'tp
she said, gently aggrieved She was al
ways gentle
"Miss Chamberlain You know 1t Ia
not that"
"Then why don't you comeP'
"Your father would not be pleased, to
be quite frank"
Wouldn't heP Whyf"
Lovat looked at her searchirgly. He
suspected guile behind such unnatural in
nooence, but the sweet questioning of her
saintlike face treasured him. He did not
answer, but turned and rode with her.
They talked of many things, for Miss
Chamberlain was a clever and accom-
plished little person, and at last they
spoke Of music. Miss Chamberlain knew
nothing of it.
"What pityV' Lovat calculated.
"WhyP" The word, so constantly on. her
lips, was very cabalistic charm and fem
mime.
"You look like one. You'd be perfect
at harp, you are so tall and SO exceed
ingly slight, and you've the face Of St.
Cecilia"
"Well, I'm not musician and I'm not
saint. Saints never have black eyes"
But, alas, he thought now that they had,
because Of the soft voice and the picture
face and the little, chiseled features and
the parted, low knotted hair, and also be-
cause he had known no woman like her
for many, many months.
And before they parted they had planned
to meet again. She did it, but he didn't
notice that. They met once and again,
and yet again and again, and Lovat was
in love. Then indeed he truly regretted
tho barrier he had built between himself
and this girl, who was ipnocently risking
everything-perhaps her life, for her ia.
ther was o fiery man--for him. 1t had
taken him only dozen years to construct
between himself and any good woman he
might really love wall that In all his
days could never be razed. He decided
finally that the only course that would be
fair to her and easier for all would be an
open one.
They sat together on the shady side of
low hill late one day.
Constance, he said, "I'm going to
ask your father to let you marry me, if
you arc willing to-"
The bright color faded from her cheeks.
Don't say you aren t willingr he cried.
She still said nothing whatever.
care you, Constancef'
Eyes
"Then why did you get SO pale2"
II don't know. Did IY'
She cried little and said she was very
happy and that she would marry him,
even if her father would not consent.
"But don't ask him till after the races,
will your
1.-TWO wecks-a whole fortnight! Whyf"
because"
every we'll"
He did not see her again before the
races, She sent him note saying that she
did not dare to meet him, that her father
had forbidden the long rides alone. She
would wear his colors at tho track. For
Loyat was to ride. So were several of the
officers 1t was gentleman S race. The
cup was given by the garrison women.
Loyat won it. He and the officers went
into Miles City to rejoice. Some were in
a blackboard, some, with their wives in
the ambulances, most were on horseback
He rode with these latter and watched
Miss Cham berlain, who was ahead on the
road, riding with Lieutenant Garrett. She
had not worn his colors; though to be
sure she had worn none at all. Loyat had
kept studiously away from epost women
all day, but just once he had passed close
to Constance.
"Will you meet me tomorrow at the old
place, dearf" he said quickly.
She did not raise her eyes or seem to no.
ticc him, but she answered, eyes, Wilton,
at T."
1t happened that Lovat was riding be-
side Captain Chamberlain.
Captain Chamberlain" he said, las l
have won the ladies' cup, do you think
they would consent to baptiZe it for mcS"
"Why, yes. should think So"
"1hen will you have the ambulances and
Miss Chamberlain stop in front of Stew
arts, and | will send it out to themf"
So the ambulances stopped at Stewards,
and the officers got out, but the women
staid in, and Miss Chamberlain and Garrett
waited too. Carrot WAS a temperance man
and very good. Lovat filed the cup with
champagne and sent it out with his COM
plimcnts and thanks. He felt just bit
bitter lis he did so. He watched Constance
from an open window. She did not see
him, and when the cup came to her she
rejected it with disdain. She was playing
to Carrot now. Lovat heard her say, II
don't drink wine, MIR. Garrett, more espe
ciully when it comes from a man like Mr.
Lovat."
Perhaps it's only bluff, tho English
man tried to tell himself. He hoped so
until the next day at 4, when Constance
and Carrot Cantered by him as he waited
at the trysting place, and Garrett raised his
cap to him, but she ignored him and
laughed her low, pretty, laugh as she said
to the lieutenant what u serious British
face he wcarsp'
Before long even the men dropped Lovat.
STILL they were sorry when he shot him
self in the lonely ranchhOuse one night.
But Miss Chamberlain was secretly rather
proud. Overton in Argonaut
Rough on John.
Mrs Billus-John, are you going to
vote at the primary election this morningr