Akron daily Democrat. [volume] (Akron, Ohio) 1892-1902, 1899-05-12

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 We're never still for one min
ute until cock crow-never, 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-and
the stentorian voice of the farmer bel
lowing his orders | never got amy rest
at all. Google Eyes slept through it
He said it was heavenly, it was 81 tran
quill | believe Google Eyes would sleep
through the last Judgment.
However. the Powys Arms proved to
he an ideal working place for Alan
Stacey. He fiourished and tfrove. and
the work grew apace. and Mary was
more than ever set upon establishing
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 mp their minds in what
part of the world they should spend
their holiday. If he had preference, it
was for yacht, but Mary did not fall
very enthusiastically into the scheme,
and he had always a lingering fear that
she might have a 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, vet they fingered in the little fish
ing village from sheer inability to tear
themselves away.
And during all this time they had
never seen a 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
that he must write to John and tell
him to send on the papers. But as Mary
did not write it somehow remained un-
done, and they continued in their ig-
norarfce of passing events.
So nearly Il month slipped by
1--WE really ought to make a move,
sweetheart, said Alan one afternoon
when they were sitting ON rock
Watching the sun sink slowly down into
the water
"Yes. said Mary. "but it has been
charming here. | don't. " with a great
sigh-.I 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 a thing 10 say. Of course it
has not been wasted. This place has
served our tnIn we'll but we both want
change. You as well as |. 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
I'd that he did not hear it. 81 think
you are right she said after a mo-
ment, land that it is time that we
were moving en-. You have quite decid-
ed on Biarritz, Alan?'
''As 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"
Il 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 everything
that she had. She packed good deal
that evening, and III the morning she
got up early and finished it off before
breakfast time
- 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.
''Yes shall be ready" said Mary,
smiling at him
She watched him go down the village
street with eyes full of pride and love.
What a man he was. With what
swing lie walked With what careless,
easy grace of carriage, \ man every
inch of himl She was sorry to leave the
dear little Cornish village, and vet she
felt that the pleasant Basque town
would be at once Il change and relief
from the monotony of the life that they
were then leading. She dreaded that
me day Alan would wake up to dull
hess, fer that. she well knew, would be
the beginning of the end of their love.
Yes, for both their sakes it were better
that they should 20 to Biarritz and be
gay. She would be quite safe there
Edward Conway. if he were really seek
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