Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1900-03-30

forward whistllng softly. He had all
the quiet roadside 10 himself.
lie would spend this his last evening
in the old Hall writing long letter TO
Ollie. He composed IL as he rode
slowly through the weedy bride paths
on the outskirts of his own lands
switching at the tall intrusive heads Il
sumac and sassafras bushes that
brushed against his stirrups. lie
would tell Ollie how impossible il was
for him TO 90 so far away as Europe
without letting her know of his love
and asking her to wait awhile until lie
should come back less crude and in.
complete. better proportional for hav-
ing measured himself by other stand.
ards. What cLurl he had been TOR
getting so veXed with her that mo IL
ing. Everything she said showed her
interest in him. and If she did p".c<
him with her little patronizinG ais ii
was the result of her being the sole
companion of the man who had to
look after him and his interests and
who doubtless had often consulted her.
Ky the time he reached the outer
gate TO his own parklike Enclosure
Olivia stood abSolved in his loyal
heart She was altogether lovely and
Trustworthy. He, Tom Erosion. was
an Ill hammered cub, not worthy to
button her pretty boots sun +
shonp upon Sweeter maiden 1t ".aS
meet and proper he should - -
some sort Of probationary t. Z" .. II
der him less unworthy of h. Il"
never could be quite worthy cf Ter
oh, no. never. But she would he bis
after little while. all his. HIS pulses
bounded joyously, Life was assuming
roster tints with the passing of each
moment. II made him glad to think
it would he in his power to crafty
her every wish. let her wish for never
50 costly or unattanable a thing.
For your sake. my sweet, am glad
of all the wealth that is mine. glad of
the store of gems hidden away some
where. ali for you, Ollie-all for you,
MY beloved, The breath of wild
dNmatiS filed his nOStrils; birds piped
unsteady in the larch branches over
his head; splashes Of sunshine fecked
the brown earth of the narrow bride
path. He whiStled aloud in the full
ness of his boyiSh content. At rapid
canter he swung into the open before
the Hall door.
A strange group clustered about his
front dOorSteps sent him forward with
lAp n
something that lay prone Oh the veran'
da floor. Martin. his own yard man,
was finging his legs over the horse
Clarence Westover had ridden away
from the Matthews gate an hour be-
fore Westover was walking up and
down. with barred head and hlanched
cheeks. wringing his hands and giving
wildly impossible orders to everybody
at once. Still. white and motionless
! Olivia, his Ollie, lay the central fig
ure of this excited group.
Toms tall form was soon added to It.
He pushed Westover away without
apology. His grieved young face was
terrible in its stern wrath.
You have killed her. How dared
you mount her on an untred horse
MISSIONER was too utterly miserable
| to resent this masterful arrangements
AN idoit fred gun behind the
hedge. Both horses bolted. RroXtol
| if she dies I'll blow my brains out
"You have none to blow out said
Tom, with brutal candor. Then, Stoop
ing and lifting the unconscious girl in
his arms, he swung rapidly through
the door and up the stairway, followed
by wailing and useless group.