The Van Buren press. [volume] (Van Buren, Ark.) 1859-1914, 1897-04-10
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"And is this 10 go on-alweys?"
Until Dad finishes his book and
makes a fortune. No, don't let me ro-
nance; | am not sanguine. | do not
think there will ever be any fortune, or
any change. Yes, it will go on-al-
WAYS"
but, Margaret-you might-you
were born to fill a different position
This one finds us with bread and
butter, shoes, and gloves. Allons, let
us march, l cannot afford to go in for
rheumatism"
They had been sitting under the
rowan trees, now white with blossom;
and when they rose she shook the petals
in showers from her gown. There are
campensations," she said, quickly. Air,
flowers. the open moor-these are mine.
But. now Aunt Bett will be waiting;
we must away to lunch
But, all the same, delicate tint on
her face showed that she remembered
he had called her Margaret" and she
wondered why?
Il hone | am not going to be foolish, >
said she to herself, as she stepped
through the glass door into the dining
room. THAT would be fatal to peace
here"
"Alargaret.'
"Daddyl"
There was no mistake about it; while
she and he had been ''remancing" out
of doors, the rector had returned.
"My conscience began to prick me, v
he said, as he kissed her forehead. Il
had that young Elsdon on my mind and
| could not rest. Hulloi Whom have
we here? Bless me, Ellis. When did
YOU. arriye?n lie had gone past Mar
garet, and was grasping the hand of the
man who had been called "Elsdon' all
| this time.
"Father!" cried his daughter, in
alarm; but the rector seemed to know
what he was doing, and the man took
it kindly.
please tell your daughter it is all
right" he said. "She is Ill at ease con-
corning me, and has done her best TO
teach me farming
The rector turned in surprise. Mar
garet has farming on the brain. My
dear, this is Edward Ellis, one of our
greatest explorers and savants.' But
Margaret had flown.
what will he think of mel" she cried
over and over again out in the rowan
walk by herself. at was the big f on
the portmantles, as Anne said, that
did it. How shall | face him again
|. with my little cheap knowledge
She faced him sooner than she ex.
pected.
margaret, forgive me- he pleaded
81 have had grand time here, AM
You have been kind. DO you not sec
that l love you. love you, Margaret
That is the lesson taught on the noors
and fells. 1t will last me all my life
\ GU are the one woman in the world foI
me, my darling"
And what Margaret said in reply is
known only to the swallows thai
skinned by the lovers as they stood
hand in hand, with the white showers
falling over them again, and the riNel
murmuring at their feet
Betty" said the vicar, solemnly, to his
sister few days later, "Betty, snail yol
expect me to take any more pupils?n
Upon my word, no." she replied
sharply. at was that piece of folly
that robbed you of your farmer. What
is TO happen now, John?"
81 have sold my book, Bet" ne re-
piled, more hopefully; land think
must get man to run the concern
married man, Bett; or there is no tell
ing what else may happen
But Mss Betty walked angrily away
She did not grudge Margaret her hap
piness, however.
"You have won brave wife, shC
told Mr.. Ellis. "She is woman in ;
thousand"
And Edward Ellis agreed with her.
There is only one thing which Mar
garet resolutely avoids, and that is any
alluson to her mistake.
"IIow could | do it, Ted?" she ex
claims. Don't speak of it again;
must have been absurdly blind 70 take
you for that boy!"
"But he losses his hat into the air
and utters a fervent "Bless the boy,
that disarms her Indignation at once;
and peace is restored-a peace that shall
abide forever.-Madame.