Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1900-08-16

denly beating fast and loud. Yes, it
was Paul Cleland indeed!
His eyes seemed somehow to go
straight to the corner in which she
was sitting. He started, and a mo-
mentary change passed over his face;
but he controlled himself in a minute
so quickly that Flo, who swept her
elaborate dinner gown up to him, did
not notice 1t.
Here you are at last, DR.. Cleland!
Now, | have some one l wish to in
troduce you to. Come over to mothers
corner with me. DR.. Cleland-Miss
or rather, DR.. Margaret Crawford"
Margaret bowed. feeling his eyes
were fixed on her face: then. max
ing a great effort. she extended her
hand.
DIR. Cleland and I have met before,
Flo" she said, quite clamly and dis
tinctly. 1--WE met each other at col
lege"
oh" said Florence. in an indescrib-
able tone. An angry little flush rose
to her cheeks as she glanced at Gle
lands dark, imperturbable face. There
was an expression on it now which Flo
had never seen upon 1t when he looked
at herself. and her woman's instincts
were sharp enough to tell her that.
whatever his feelings toward Mar
garet were, they were not of the ordi-
nary kind.
Vat pan1 C1a1apI off rt m
be near Margaret for the rest of the
evening, and Margaret herself rather
avoided him than otherwise. Only
once his eyes fixed in a strange. in
tense way on Margaret's face. and the
expression of it sent a thrill of angry
jealousy through Florence.
That night, when Margaret was at
last alone in her own room, she sank
on her knees and prayed. through fin
gers tightly wrung together: "Oh, my
God. help me. 1t is hard-harder
than l thought-harder than
thought"
The days passed somehow. 1t was
the month of September-rich, sweet
September-with skies of clear blue
not summer blue. with its depths and
softness and sultry heat; but a blue
paler, cooler, brighter; fresh, bracing.
invigorating September, coming like a
breath of cool air after day of ener-
waiting heat. The evenings were be-
ginning to grow longer. and were even
now chilly with the first breath of the
fall of the year.
The world was fair outside, but Mar
garet Crawford's heart was In no
mood to enjoy it. How she lived
through those terrible days she never
afterward knew. Seeing Paul every
day, talking with him, knowing, above
all-what agony the discovery gave
her, and yet, with a v-oman's incon-
sistency, how sweet the knowledge
was to her!-that his love had under
gone no change. 1t was sometimes
more than she could bear.
She tried to be cold and distant, and
succeeded so well that she managed
to deceive Cleland for a time. He be-
gan to think that, after all, those had
been right who called Margaret Craw-
ford cold and proud. Had she loved
him as he did her, he argued. no dis
grace on her fathers name, no real
crime, even had he committed such,
could stand between and separate
them from each other.
One day Florence Wynter and Clel-
and were sitting together in the old
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the great rambling garden of Grey
stoke. Florence had managed to es-
cape from her persistent admirer, who
was good-looking and pleasant
enough young fellow named Frank
Thorpe, and made some excuse 20 en-
tice Cleland into the garden.
Presently the figure Of Margaret, tall
and slim in its dark garments, walked
slowly down the garden path. At the
same moment a carriage rolled up the
drive outside.
Florence started up suddenly.
Isn't it too warm to sit much lon
ger, Doctor Cleland? Let us go in
now"
Il find it very pleasant here" Clel-
and answered eagerly You do not
need to go in yet. do you, Miss Wynn
ter? Here is Miss Crawford coming
down the garden"
THAT is Sir Edmund Yorke's car
riage, and must go in and entertain,
for mamma is lying down." said
Florence. do come and help me to
make conversation, Doctor Cleland."
you really must excuse me, Miss
Wynter; I'm not ladies' man, as you
know. And besides, you know Offend
ed Lady Yorke hopelessly when she
was here before" said Cleland gravely.
IL will go in as soon as the guests take
heir departure"
Florerce looked decidedly angry as
she walked away. She would have
tried to persuade Margaret to return
with her; but she knew Cleland would
overhear 1t, SO there was nothing for
her but to walk on to the house.
Margaret did not see Cleland until
she was close to the seat, and then,
with a little start, she would have
passed, merely bowling slightly; but
Cleland rose at once.
You meant to take this seat, Doc
tor Crawford. Don't let me deprive
you Of it. shall vacate it ii you would
prefer to be alone"
There was nothing for Margaret but
to sit down, which she did at once.
Cleland stood beside her. A volume OF
poems lay on the seat; 1t was one of
Browning's.
you have been reading Browning. I
see," said Margaret. little nervously
''Yes. He is my favorite poet-my
only poet, indeed
How wall Maroorat Inou, th.., Ct