The record-union., 1897-06-27
proachful face-that had no right to be

on the INKS ana there did not seem tC
be anybody else in the world, or upon
the green. They We're playing a match,
they two together, against some crea-
ture of India rubber that had a mock
ing laugh as 1t bounded UP in the air,
and the face of Dow, her caddie. 1t
had all the clubs, and they had to play
with sticks. The wind blew their balls
aslant, and the thing was mocking.
1--WE must win said the General,
and she pressed to his side. and held on
to his coat, putting her cheek against
it; but the thing was grinning.
Then suddenly their acquaintance
seemed to come crowding round, and
there was scorn in their expression.
They were pointing to her and the Gen
eral, and making faces The Duke came
forward in his macintosh, and looked
amazed, and all Mrs. Whin's pet aver
sions pushed TO the front She looked
up. The General was standing up in
cart, wearing long apron of butch
er-blue, and as she looked he leaned
over the wheel and cried:
''Will you ride with me?''
| They were all laughing shrilly as she
started back, and the sound of it was
maddening, but she could not Withstand
| the look in the Generals eyes as he
| said again:
will you ride with me?''
| Where are you going?" the Duke
! said, catching her arm, and the mock
| ing chorus behind grew louder The
General stretched out his hand to grip
| her, and help her up-and then she
awakened crying.
| 1t was in the cold gray morning that
Mrs. Whin came down to the links.
The two or three enthusiasts who were
there already remarked that her man
ner was curt and restless. She kept
turning half-consciously to the railway
| cutting where in an hour or SO the
south express would be whisking past.
| Dow, for once, was not on the spot
| She missed him with a feeling of re-
| lief, and brought out her driver to go
round the long course in the hills and
hollows by the side of the sea. The
sprightliness had gone out of her walk
this morning; she followed UP her ball
with a dragging step, and hstlessly
| played the strokes, not caring.
1t was going to rain. The sky was
very dull and leadenL There was a
ruffie of wind across the sea, and the
ing to rain, and the smoke would lie
in the track of the south express; it
would pass in a cloud and leave clouds
behind it-and so good-by!
Lifting her eyes then, Mrs. Whin gave
a little cry. She was face to face with
the General.
He was having a last look round,
walking slowly among the familiar
places, and he did not see her until
she gave that cry-then he moved,
standing aside in the withered bracken
to let her pass.
He did not speak, but his look was
dark with reproach, and she could not
bear to see it. The impulse she had
had to fight with yesterday grew sud
denly all too strong, and broke down
her pride.
Don't go! don't go!" she cried; "for-
give me-
The General looked doubtful-shy. He
did not venture to take the impetuous
words for earnest until he saw that her
eyes were dim with tears. Then he
took her hands.
you should have told and trusted
me-" said Mrs. Whin. glancing thus at
the dangerous subject. She felt strange
ly happy in recklessness, like one who
had thrown away a burden, and she
was ready to dare the world.
II did not like" said the General
but she interrupted the apology
Don't speak about it," she said with
a. little shudder, for there was still a
stirring of her tramp1ed pride and the
prejudice of high family. So the Cen
eral did not speak.
''They packed up a lunch basket for
me-" Mrs Whin said later. Il was
ashamed to tell the servants I could
not eat. Come and have lunch with
me in the Hut''-her name for the ma
iestic pavilion-'you will get nothing
good. only poor little thin sandwiches
and claret!"
my train is gone" said the General,
eyeing a faint, white puff of smoke.
Your train Pit is not your train!"
Mrs. Whin cried quickly. Your train
is put off for my convenience" She
smiled down to him, tripping up the
pavilion steps, and the General followed
meekly-
"Will you light the fire?" she said,
glancing round for a tablecloth, ana
then I can make some tea. There are
matches, and there are sticks-and, L
fancy, cinders."
The General retreated behind the var
nished partition that shut off the kitch-
en- corner of the hut from the rest. He
knelt down before the CRATE and struck
match after match with the patience
of an old campaigner, but the wood
was damp, and the chimney would not
draw.
Mrs. Whin hung up her coat. 1t had
come on Ito pour, and the rain was
beating against the windows. They
would have to stay in her till it clear
ed a little before they could venture
out. She drew out the provisions gin
gerly. Was there enough for two?
There was a sudden dash of rain and
wind as the door opened and let in
Dow.
The wet was trickling along his
cheeks and pouring down his coat; he
wiped it out of his eyes, shut the
door and spoke.
'"They said you were here-you were
round the links by your lane this morn
in'-I hae been fightin' myself a night
up till this very minute, and at last
1 hae made my mind up, and 1 hae
come to tell"
ITO tell?" Mrs. Whin said family.
Dow was twisting his wet cap in his
hands. Yesterday he had looked vir-
tuous and calm, but to-day his mien
was disturbed.
II didna think you wad take on So"
he said lamely IT said to myself:
She's no a flighty bit lass to fret an
wish herseP deid, as lassies do when
dow woman, an she'll be angry and
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