Western liberal. (Lordsburg, N.M.) 1887-1919, 1899-12-08

pampered youth. The second time he
appeared distinctly grateful. On the
third he asked permission to call, and
I went home at peace with all the
world, even Fred.
For I've consecutive afternoons after
that 1 sat by the tea table In the back
drawing ROOM, attlred In my best
gown. expecting Perceval-in vain.
On the sixth he came.
"What a delightful surprise" | said
gushingly. was n tribe nervous from
waiting 50 long.
"Ah. thanssr' he remarked, looking
disappointed.
And then m came In and In
spite Of my previous warnings finish
ed things by treating Mr.. Jones as II
he were Albert Edward or Mark Han
M or at least a royal duke. Mamma
never could resist n millionaire.
Our visitor took his leave In less
than half an hour. and I knew that
unless | adopted desperate measures
Perceval Jones was lost to me forever.
But I'm not one to give UP easily,
and after thinking hard thinks all
night ! finally hit on a plan and went
to sleep az daybrenk and slept till
noon as sweetly and as ln%nocently as
a child.
Early in the afternoon %telephoned
to Maud and asked her to go with me
out 60 the golf links at { o'clock. Then
l t%elephoned TO Fred to meet us there
and proceeded to make n fetching
toilet with n light heart. When we
reached the links, there was Mr.. Jones
Che had mentioned that be was going
the day before).
He was looking bored. as usual. but
cheered up when | treated him with
naughty coldness.
l eluded his attempts at CONVERSE
ton, however, and threw Maud In his
way whenever | could.
l was rewarded by seeing him seat
himself by Maud's side ani commence
a disquisitlon on Ibsen as Fred came
around the hill on his bicycle.
No sooner did Fred's eye light on
the couple than he commenced to glare
like n mndman, and In spite of my in
noccnt efforts to keep him away he
wound up by being so outrageously
rude to Mr.. Jones that that gentleman
was COMPOUNDED. and Maud went home
IN tears.
AS for me, | went to bed happy. My
plan was working to a charm.
A day or two later ! got mamma to
ask Mr.. Jones to dinner and managed
to have him take Maud out. That set
tied It. Fred treated Perceval in such
an insulting aun that eve he could
hardly overlook It. and he left early, to
mammals distress and my secret JOY.
After that | began to meet Perceval
every time | went out Of the house.
No matter whether l walked or drove
or rode a wheel l was sure to en-
counter him before long. and he would
escort me on my way, leaving me a.
ways on our retur at the end Of the
street leading to Il house.
"Since your brother. who Is your
guardian, dlslikes me Sc, | cannot go
to your home" he would say regretful-
ly. and | would blush and stammer an
apology. "But | must see you in spite
OF him. Perceyal would add with a
melting glance, and 1 would so home
in the seventh heaven.
At last sitter three weeks of this sur
reptitious courtship Perceval could
stand 1t 90 longer.
"Be my wife, Rosamond!" he cried
one day. Never mind what they say
at home. l must have you. never
knew what love was before"
Poor boy, he had never known the
bliss OF trying for what he wanted.
Before this It had always dropped into
his lap.
But l couldn't trust him ever then.
"Oh. no." | said timldly. II dare not.
Fred would kin you If he thought Of
such a thing"
"Let him try" said Perceval valiant
ly. SIN have you in spite of him. See,
here is the minister on his porch, Rosa
mond. Come. darling, be will give me
the right to claim you from your
BROTHER
And before | knew what | was about
l found myself in the minister's par.
Tor being married in n bicycle skirt
and pink cotton shirt waist.
Ten minutes later | walked Into
Fred's Office, leaving Perceval wait
ing outside, looking a little pale about
the gllls. but with a combative CLEAN
in his eye.
Erred" remarked coolly as l look
ed my brother square In the face, 81
want to thank you for what you've
done for me. I'm Mrs. Perceval Jones,
by your leave"
Then a smile Of i~ncredulous relief
spread over his face.
"Gosh!" he calculated. ITO think
that the fellow actually wanted you"'
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