The Montgomery tribune. (Montgomery City, Mo.) 1892-1910, 1900-12-14
happy face TINT mad. Honor. look for


that she VIZ the girl. and that she
came down the path to meet him. and
she wondered II all the blaze and
sparkle OF a title would be worth tho
giCry in Jim's eyesl
All day long there fingered In
Honore Marchmont's memory the
picture at tn gate. The little path or
trodden earth that led from the door
way through the de1s-wet, swaying
holiyhocks to the gate beyond. and at
he gate. thu woman in the blue print
gown and the eager. happy eyes OF The
man who waited for her. At pightfall
she could endure II no longer. The
Count was leaving on the late train:
he vas impatlent-it must be now or
never. he told Mrs. Marchmont, so with
the recriminations, pleading and en-
treaties Of her mother in her ears and
a letter In her bosom from the man she
loved. Honore rpurred her horse on
toward the hills.
1t was Just dusk when the horse
stumbled along the dusty lane. now
through the somb-r wood. There were
only he s Ids OF tne night to be
heard. The low cry OF a late bird. the
mut1ed lowing OF distan; cattle. the
stunning bass OF u bullfrog by tho
stream and the lighter melody OF a
locusts trill. A oovey OF birds. fright
ened by the passer. flew with a whirr
Ct brown wings into a hedge by the
roadside, a iiuttering bat went blindly
by and the dark range OF forest trees
stood silhouetted against the flushed
western sky.
She came again to the little house
she had passed In the morning and
the girl was waiting at the gate.
Honore r ed her l. 70 and spoke
quickly; Il saw you here this MORN
.ns-I hoped you would be here when
! came tonight. | wanted to speak with
yoa." She hesi;ated. WAS that man
at the gate-this m~orning-was he
your lover?"
The girl peered up into the face
above her and answered yes"
Was he-do you love him-are OF
happy?"
The girl at the gate came closer and
laid her hand on the bride rein. II
Know what you want-I knew this
you ars Nj. ~ ~.A
over ~" -. .esSsa
ward ~. -. - - ~
cav vor ~, a.. -
with the two OF them-that little, black
Count and re man that looks like my
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va. um-un w.. -,
wen, on n..r,r rn 49, = 80. -.
bent down nv.r h.r
I've watched YOU. oh. n osss. !
was sorry when he went away ana IN
other one staid. | just knew yot
couldn't love him. but as afraid for
you Let me tel you about myself and
.hen 'ouu KNOW youH understand.
"'eu mere All my me- she went
=" "a d puie'' Pdsslouiess voice. 4
a oorh III that niue room there,
No. We oooA anu eat ana steep. ana
niue uihs no hisner
you' nnee' jim lhu me Played To-
"e W. "e
sO. PAGES IN the mountains and
.n' me the mist droutus ana inc
anu quan anu al tne SIM
.H "oods VI ours "heh-
en,eeh ! "eh' 10 "orA NJ INC
49, anu d" me o'Her sil's over
"no' nae you' hau come 10 spend
a-S,-ni-| ."'ieu 'ueii ULYSSES
80 Elm anu 'neir whi'e-
.'NaIs ~ .inss' anu when
"ome "i'er my "ork was
| loathed the one crowded rnom an
snurnad tho sov.rs w,,n nr 90, -
Jim-poor Jim-I broke his heart
Il used to sing. and one day at nv
work. a lady heard me. She called me-.
In her she made ma efnor ooafu anH
again. che sbowered me w,,h n-.Is..
and A,t.erv-o,d | b.I,evad har = wsnt