The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1901-04-16

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But the student and philosopher
were now merged IN the enthusiastic
lover Grey Pelham had lost his heart
70 the mystic sparkles Of Marion De
lancy's marvellous yelvet-black eyes,
and love was now the lord Of all. -
according to the orthodox burden Of
song and story.
He was a handsome, well-built man
OF about thirty. with brown hair. deep
hazel eyes full Of grave absorbent
light. and features which. II not strict
~ regular. were sufficiently well mod
eled and possessed the rare merit Of
expression.
The last sunset rays were just touch
ing the stone corniees Of the elegant
mansion that Mrs. Gardener called
cher ancestral inheritance mot deem
Ing Il worth while 70 mention the
uining fact that Il was rented from a
Jewish stock broker az a thousand dol
lars a MONTH. when Mr Pelham rang
the d00rbell.
"Out Of town. be repeated, after
the servant. chow unfortunate. Where
has she gone. and when did she gof''
Now Margery. being a new servant.
had not yet learned The crooked ways
aud wiles OF the Gardener household.
and unwlttingly answered the truth.
shes gone TO Berksdale. sir. and
maybe she'll be obliged 70 stay two OF
three days. / heard her tell the missus
It's az Mrs Darby's sir, where
"Berksdale. chr
Mr. Pelham knew that another train
left within the next hour or so-the
last train that night. and he resolved
10 follow his bright beacon star forth
with. Poor fellow! be had reached
that desperate stage IN love IN which
all spots where the beloved one is not
are bowling wildernesses.
He slipped a bank-blll into Margery's
not unwilling fingers and hurried
down the street.
Il VIII seek her out and let her
sweet llps decide my fate at once.n he
thought "Marionl how appropriate
Is che sweet Scottish name to her pure
and gentle wOmanlinessi All the
1iarions Ia poetry and romance are
models Of grace and gendeness. and
she Is no exception.
(You see that Mr.. Grey Pelham was
very much IN loyel
Berksdale was soon reached by the
iron feet OF steam, but rapid as the
progress was il failed 70 keep pace
with the young mans fevered Inn
patience.
II was eight o'clock with full moon
shining upon the fresh spring foliage
when, after having been duly directed
10 Mrs. Darby's. he set forth on his
walk to the secluded village nook.
Darby Mrs. Darby-she DO be the
one who keeps the old. crazy gentle
man. an a rare I'M she Is 10 thump
him roundi Oh. yes. slrl Hain't more
than a mile beyant the big chnrch-a
red house with a big poplar tree IN
front"
Thus instructed with regard 60 the
locality Grey Pelham felt that be could
not well be wrong.
The red house with a big poplar
tree In front presented no very in
viting aspect as he strobe up 70 the
wide-open door, The blinds hung on
one hinge. creakine dolefully IN the
breeze: the gate was tied up with loops
OF rusty rope. where nails should have
been. and broken crockery. invalid tin
ware and heaps Of oyster shells
adorned the door-yald Ia lien Of velvet
grass and borders Of flowers.
Grey Pelham wondered a little as
TO what business could possibly bring
Marion Delaney 10 such a spot as
this. knocked at the open door. but no
one responded 20 his summons.
He knocked again. and yet a third
time. with no better success. and final-
" walked boldly into a little sitting.
room, whose yawning portals seemed
90 invite entrance. A single oil lamp
burned on the table. hy whose sickly
light he could but just hnd bis way
20 a chair.
"A suppose I may as wen sit down
here and wait until some one comes.
ne said, reslgnedly. 10 himself.
As he did SO he became aware Of
voices in the adjoining apartment.
raised hi IN alteration. and Of
name spoken IN shrill t0nes-a name
dear aud precious Ia his ears.
Il tell you. Miss Delaney. faint
enough Two dollars a week won't
pay his board. let alone the clothes and
the lodglngr
And Marion's accent. silverly sweet.
answered in low. measured tones.
Two dollars a week is a great deal
Of money FOR an old man who can
chop wood, and dig garden. and help
you so much about the house.
But be won't help. Miss Delancy-
Nc just sits and mopes the whole time.
The doctor says be ought to have
wine"
"Oh. nonsensei I can't afford to buy
him wine. That's al an absurd no
iion"
"Well. De is your own father. Miss
Delaney fix lt any way you please.