El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1899-09-14
ROARING CAMP.
How it Makes Love I'm the Year OF
1899.


One evening she found Chris so much
better that he was sitting on the bal
cony, but still 80 depressed that she
singular timidity she felt in his pres
| ence as to ask him to come into her
own little drawing room, ostensibly tC
avoid the cool night air. 1t was the
former card room of the hotel, but now
fitted with feminine taste and pretti.
| ness. She arranged a seat for him on
| the sofa, which he took with certain
| brusque, boyish surliness-the last
vestige of his youth.
cts very kind of you to invite me
in here" he began bitterly, "when
you are run after sby, everyone, and
to leave Judge Fletcher, just now, to
ply plying me for being fool"
II thought you we're imprudent In
| exposing yourself to the night air on
the bslcopy-and 1 think Judge Flet-
cher is old enough to take care of him
self, she returned, with the faintest
| touch of coquetry and a smile, which
| was quite as much an amused recoR-
milton of that quality in herself as any
thing else.
"And I'm baby who can't" he
said angrily. After pause he burst
out abruptly; miss Trotter. will you
answer, me one question:"
go on, "she said, smilingly.
'Did you know that woman was
engaged to Bil=on when 1 spoke to
you In he wood?''
"No!" she said quickly, but without
the sharp resentment she had shown
at his brothers. suggestion. Il only
knew it when Mr.. Bilson told me the
same evening""
= ,,I
of their MARRIAGE" he said bitter
"But you must have suspected some
thing when you saw them together in
the wood,' she said quickly.
"When 1 saw them together
in the wood?" he repeated .dazedly.
Miss Trotter was startled and stop
ped short. Was it possible he had not
seen them together? She was shock
ed that she had spoken, but it was too
late to withdraw her words. Yes"
she went On hurriedly, 81 thought that
was why you came back to say that 1
was not to speak to her."
he looked at her fxedly and said
slowly: "You thought that? Well,
listen to me. 1 saw no one! knew
nothing of this-I suspected nothing. I
returned before 1 had reached the
northumberland had chang
ed my mind!'
Her reason told her that she he'd
been the victim of a trick-that, hav-
ing received her once, he might be do
ing it again. But she could not break
the spell that WAS upon her! Nor did
she want to! She must hear the cul-
mination of this confession whose
preamble thrilled her so strange
"The girl was kind and SYM
he went on: "but I was not
60 great a fool as not to know that she
ton. 1 suppose that it was In my
desperation that 1 told my brother
he would tell you, as he did.
BE would not tell me what you said to
b im-except that you seemed to be
Indignant at the thought that I
was only flirting with Frida. Then
resolved to speak with you myself
and 1 did! l know it was stupid,
clumsy contrivance! It never seemed
so wicked as when you promised to help
me and your eyes shOne on me for the
first time with kindness. And itnever
seemed so hopeless "a when I found you
with my love for another! You
why I kept up this deceit until
you Dromisec Well! 1 had prepared
the bitter cup myself thought 1
ought to drink it to the dregs!''
She turned quickly, passionstelv.
and standing up, faced him with lit
now w why are you telling me this
He rose, too. and catching her hands
in his, said with a white face, ''because
love you!'-Bret Harte in Golfers
Weekly.
James c. MacRae. of Raleigh, has
been chosen professor o. law at the
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