Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1899-06-14
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was at right angles with the sta bleS
where the farm horses lived. They kick
ed the walls and the managers and the
floor all night long. used to go in and
look at them foddered down knee deep
in straw, all still, silent, quiet, except
for the pulling of the chains through
the iron rings of the managers. But as
soon as got into bed they all began,
and they were never still for one min
ute until cock crow-neverl At half
past or earlier the poultry yard began.
And then between the coming of the
laborers and the flirting of the young
women-I don't know what they did,
because the men did the milking-an
the stentorian voice of the farmer bel
lowing his orders / never got any rest
at all. Google Eyes slept through it
He said it was heavenly, it was so tran
quill. l believe Google Eyes would sleep
through the last Judgment. "
However, the Powys Arms proved to
be an ideal working place FOR Alan
Stacey. He fourished and throve, and
the work grew apace and Mary was
more than ever set upon establishing a
little seaside home of their own, little
retreat to which they could at any mo-
ment retire from the world.
At the end Of three weeks the book
was finished, and little Miss Winning
ton went back to London Alan Stacey
and Mary, however, staid on at the
curious, old fashioned inn, spending
their days in boating and fishing and
trying to make up their minds in what
part of the world they should spend
their holiday. If he had a preference, it
was for yacht, but Mary did not fall
very enthusiastically into the scheme,
and he had always lingering fear that
she might have special reason for not
wishing to be on the sea. Therefore he
forhore to press her to consent to this
arrangement, for Alan Stacey would
have done anything rather than in any
way have reminded Mary of the great
tragedy which had freed her from
her first husband. They talked of the
italian lakes, of the regularly beaten
Riviera track and lastly of Biarritz,
with excursions over the Spanish from
tier. Upon that they practically decid-
ed, yet they fingered in the little fish
ing village from sheer inability to tear
themselves away.
And during all this time they had
never seen London newspaper Sew
eral times Alan Stacey had said in joke
that they might as well be dead and
buried for all the news they had of the
world, and almost every day he declared
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him to send on the papers. But as Mary
did not write it somehow remained I'M
done, and they continued in their ig-
norance of passing events.
So nearly month slipped by.
"We really ought to make a move,
sweetheart, said Alan one afternoon
when they were sitting on a rock
watching the sun sink slowly down into
the water.
eyes" said Mary. "but it has been
charming here don t." with a great
sight don't think that the time has
been wasted.
"My dear child, no time could be
wasted to me that has been spent with
you. What thing to say OF course it
has not been wasted This place has
served our turn well, but we both want
change, you as well as l. Do you know,
two or three times lately have thought
you looking quite careworn, and you
have nothing" looking at her anxious
ly and searchingly-"you have nothing
to be careworn about?''
Nothing" said Mary She could
feel the sob in her throat; she wonder
ed that he did not hear it. 81 think
you are right, she said, after a mo-
ment, "and that it is time that we
were moving on. You have quite decid-
ed on Biarritz, Alan2"
Gas we'll as any other place. We,
have never been there They say it is
bright and gay and exhilarating. If we
don't like it, we can move on some
where else. "
"Then we will go home tomorrow"
II think we may as well, " he replied
SO she set about packing up her few
belongings She had taken only the
most plain and simple serge gowns with
her. A single trunk held verything
that she had. She packed a good deal
that evening, and~in the morning she
got up early and finished it off before
breakfast time.
81 will just run down to the village"
said Alan, land settle up with Jan
Trevethick, and by that time you will
be ready for breakfast. "
eyes, l shall be ready" said Mary,
smiling at him
She watched him go down the village
street with eyes full of pride and love
What man he wasl With what
swing he walkedl With what careless,
easy grace of carriagel A man every |
inch of himl She was sorry to leave the |
dear little Cornish village, and yet she
felt that the pleasant Basque town |
would be at once a change and a relief |
from the mofptony of the life that they |
were then leading. She dreaded that |
one day Alan would wake up to dull |
ness, for that, she well knew, would be |
the beginning of the end of their love. |
I es, for both their sakes it were better |
that they should go to Biarritz and be |
gay. She would be quite safe there. /
Edward Conway, if he were really seek
ng for her, would never look for her in
such place as that. If he were on her
rack, he would find her as well at st.
Agnes as he would find her at Biarritz.
Therel That was the last! She shut
Town the lid of her dress basket with an
- a.