Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1898-02-04

pelleNe tHat me TACT OF MS not having
e Jane on the occasion of his first visit
to Chelsea was merely attributable to
accident. But when weeks elapsed with
out his encountering hcr--when he had
paid three and four visits to the cottage
and Jane had never once appeared in the
sitting room. he could no longer lay that
fattcring JUNCTION to his soul. He saw
that her avoidance of him was intentional,
and he grew moody and restless i'll conse-
qncncc. At last Sir Wilfrid confided his
trouble to Rosie, and enlisted her aid.
ut is nonsense. Jane Warner and I
playing at hidc-and-sccl, in this manner"
he said. Cant YOU think of some plan
to bring us together without compromis-
ing yourself, Rosie? If l could only see
her and speak to her, i am sure it would
be all right. But it will be impossible
for me to go on visiting here as an in
truder, whom the mistress of the house re-
fuses to recognize. 1t must be one or the
other. Rosie. Either | must be friends
with Jane, or | must give up coming to
see you.'
And Rosie h would have gone
through fire and water rather than lose
the pleasure of her brothers society,
promised to keep her ears and eyes omen,
and effect a meeting between him and
Jane Warner if possible. In compliance
with which. about a week a%ftcrward, he
received the following cpistle:
dearest Wilfrid-Do you know the
place they call the Old Dairy Farm,
about Il couple of miles from this on the
Middlehridge Road? She is going there
tomorrow afternoon, if fine, to get butter
and eggs. She will take the child and
perambulator with her. She will start
about two or half-past, and he returning
about four.
Eve your affcctionate
"ROSIE."
This intelligence threw Sir Wilfrid into
n state of greatest excitement. Had he
been obliged to parade for hours up and
down the Midd!cbridge Road, he would
have done so in order to get speech of
Jane Warner. He could not imagine how
he could have waited for two years for
news of her. Surprising she had died in
the interim. what Il lifelong reproaeh it
would have been to him! All he wanted
to know regarding her was, if she was
happy and ut peace. Assured of this, he
would be ready to follow her wishes in
everything. That is what he persuaded
himself.
lit wa Il beautiful spring day now. in
the mldule oil April. HE llmetreeS that
shaded the paths on the Middlebridge
Road had put forth their tender leaves
of green, the quickest hedges were full Of
! shoots: above his head the birds were
wheeling in their giddy courtships. Ev-
crything smellcd so fresh and sweet, and
looked so rural, that it was difficult to be-
lievc one was within a mile of one of the
busiest suburbs of London.
Sir NN;1frid So,,NforaI n1npr ,,e+:,. =,
look over his shoulder every minute to see
if the person of whom he was in search
were yet in sight. At last he saw her
coming. He was sure he could not be mis-
taken in the tall, graceful figure pushing
the p%erambulator in front of her. A little
less distance between them, and he was
certain it was Jane. He could recognize
the swan-like elegance of her neck and
head-could even catch the tones of her
soft, rich voice as she addressed some
words to the child in the p~erambulator.