Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1901-12-05

A1id1Iy, anu AuOW CuIec VI Iueul,
she ran them off on her fingers, glibly,
"who have invited them for the ex-
press purpose of getting them en-
gagged" She laughed gleefully. "But
they never came together-never even
met. There was always some trivial
thing that kept one or the other away.
Fate was against them; and she has
relented." She ran her slim fingers
through Vincent's hair, delightedly.
! fun" She danced down the piazza
Go write to Mr.. Cavanagh,". she
called back and disappeared in the
doorway.
"Oh." Mrs. Vincent whispered to
Vincent, .''I'm so excited!"
1t was week later and they were
waiting in the parlor for Cavanagh,
who had been the last member Of the
| house-party to arrive, waiting also for
dinner. There was a murmer of talk
soft laughter-the deeper tones of
men.
II am so disappointed" It was
plaintive little whisper in Vincents
| ever sympathetic ear a few moments
later.
But, my dear, what would you
have had them do?"
81 would have had her just flutter
| 'This is coincidence-it isn't Fate,
it's Providence! Won't those other
women envy me-won't they hate me!
You'll get Mr.. Cavanagh to rent a
house up here next summer, won't
you? It will be lovely for all of us to
be together"
"My dear!" Vincent was not able to
keep up with his wife's flying thought
| What if they should not fancy each
other?" He put the question hesitat-
ingly. He was unwilling to dampen
her ardor.
"They were born for each other!"
enthusiastically. "'They are waiting.
Neither of them will ever marry, they
haven't, you see, until they wed each
other. am going to write to Doro-
thea this moment" she sprang to her
feet 4Tm going to write to some 9TH
ers, too. Lots of them-a gay house:
party full. We will have a week of
an eyelash, or color. or get embar-
rassed- anything-to show she knew
her hero had come"
"She's of the Vere-de-Vere type"
| Vincent murmered soothingly. "You
know the proud, cold ones don't show
what they feel But she is sumner!
The handsomest woman in the room,
my DEAR
The handsomest?" reproachfully.
| Except yourself" promptly.
Vincent stood at his bedroom win
dow that night, looking out, when a
| plaintive little voice, tired out with
the heavy duties of the day, confided
in him the awful intelligence of Cava-
nagh's engagement.
| He had told her about it himself,
and had said that the engagement was
| to be announced the next week when
| he went back to town.
Vincent took the little figure into his
arms. But he smiled broadly into the
friendly darkness-husbands are hui
man, you know.
In all the gay week that followed
it seemed that Cavanagh was attentive
to every woman in the house but Miss
| Trelawny.
The Vincents charming piazza was
like room with its rugs and cushions,
chairs and tables, books and maya
zines, and here, a week later, on the
night before the breaking up of the
house party, Vincent found his wife.
"Of course you are worrying over
those people!" he said. you wouldn't
have run off here alone in the dark
under other conditions"
"She is an artful, bold designing
creature! guess she's a teacher
tired of making her own living, and
he is such great. big splendid, SIM
pie fellow he just let her gobble him
up. or course Dorothea is Indifferent
She's not going to throw herself at
any mans head, certainly not at an
engaged man. He Is not so indiffer-
| ent. j saw him looking at her as
though he would devour her. And to