Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1898-01-29

lol OF them sent down to the farm IN
the spring He threw away the fra
grant white flower from his buttonhole
and put the rose in it's place. The spell
was brolen-the farm had done it,
Miss C0rruth thought, bitterly, and
they walked back To the dra wiug-room.
Spring came, summer passed. aud the
Flint Valley hunts were once more
Calendared. Elliott sent Black BnSs
down to the farm and he followed by
train one October night when it was
just chilly enough for small blaze il
the big fireplace. 1t was his visit to
his own farm.
The hunt was at 3 o'clock. with the
hunt breakfast four miles away, and
as Elliott rode Black Bess through the
lane he noticed how beautifully rlt2
lawns were kept. a few chlysanlhe-
NUNS were beginning to show their
colors. and bed of pink and white eos
mos, that flower that never blooms
until touched by frost. Haunted fairy
faces at him in the sharp wind.
Il will come down here and stay ali
next summer" Elliott said to himself,
as Black Bess took the front gate and
dashed away toward the Laurels.
Again Miss Carruth was the leader
of the chase and again Elliott rode by
her side on the slow return.
you are coming to luncheon with
MS" she said, as they paced along the
willow road.
Yes" and he looked at his watch.
1--WE are early. viii you stop at the
farm and meet Cousin Margaret. Ia
like YOU to sec the place"
The girl was pleased that he wanted
70 show her his farm. They entered
the house ununnounced, and as they
passed through the wide old hall they
heard some one singing low, quaint
old air to the music of the piano. They
paused at the door of the parlor. \
young girl was seated at the piano. her
back toward item. She was singing a
song which Elliott had heard we'll
known Irish tenor sing many times:
Give me word Of love, Douglas Cor
don.
Just Il word of pity, Oh, my love- said
she.
"For the bells will ring tomorrow, Doug
las Gordon.
My wedding bells, my love- but not for
YOU and me-
Miss Carruth's eyes grew tender as
she listened to the words. She looked
at Elliott He touched her arm and
they walked softly through the hall to
the room beyond, where Cousin Marga-
ret was busy.
You have company. Cousin Marga-
ret" Elliott said, after introducing
Miss Carruth.
Cousin Margaret flushed. you don't
mind. do you: You see, the piano be,
longed to her and they had to sell it
with all the other things. She's such a
sweet girl. | told her TO come in and
use the piano whenever she liked. 1t
will keep it in tune. you know
Cousin Margaret's explanation was
not very lucid, but Elliott understood
that the girl was the daughter of the
man who had owned The farm. While
they were still speaking they heard the
hall door close and the girl crossed the
lawn. Miss Carruth, standing by the
window, looked after her, and with the
quick intuition some women have she
felt that this girl was TO have some
influence over Elliou's life.
Elliott was To rema IN at the farm for
the entire hunting season, and now and
then he caught Il glimpse OF the girl
but she did not come TO the house again
when he was likely to be home. One
day. however. Black Bess went lame
and he returned from the first ditch.
He heard the sound of the piano as he
crossed the lawn, and just as he reach |
ed the door it opened and the girl stood |
before him.
Although he had not seen her face |
he had known she was beautiful, and !
when she blushed her face was like |
some sweet, delicate flower.
Excuse me-" she said. Il didn't
know"
Elliott smiled. You are Miss
THOMPSON. Cousin Margaret told me /
Won came in to awaken the echoes
l am glad you do" His
tone was so pleasant that the girl
smiled as she again bowed and passed
on. !