Hutchinson gazette., 1901-04-18

stopped suddenly, and kissed the kind
ly large brown hand that lay on tho
table near her
Nonsense, child" said Blount, hast
ilyi what did you do that for2 Why,
the money is lying idle at my bankers,
not doing the slightest good to any one
and am only too pleased to be able
to oblige you so easily"
Thank YOU" returned Nab, thank
you again, Mr. Blount, for all your
goodness to me-"
II have done nothing for you" pro-
tested old Dick, "and shall be serious
ly angry, Miss Mabel, II you ever men
tIon my goodness to me again,"
They were crossing the hall at this
time, and presently gained the outer
porch, where he put her on her horse
and gathered up the relns for her hand,
We'll good-by, and take care OF
yourself, and be sure you look your
very lovellest on Thursday evening"
"Good-by," Mabel cried, and rode on
beneath the elms once more TO the
high road on her way home to Kings
Abbott
When she reached II she found the
house deserted--the two elder ladies',
accompanied by Miss Younge, having
gone distance Of five miles to return
some visits, while the gentlemen had
been shooting since early dawn,
And Miss Mlldred-where Is she?"
Miss Trevanion has Just gone down
by the copse way toward Grants
farm, to see Kate Dempsey, whose
man has been In trouble, Jenkins,
the footman, Informed her
And so there was nothing left for
Mabel but to walt patiently until such
time as any of the members Of the
household should take It into their
heads to return,
Mildred at that moment was return
ing from Mrs Dempsey's dwelling
house, and DenzIl Younge was at her
side.
Slight and tall though she was, she
scarcely reached her companions
shoulder as they walked along side by
side, very silently at first, The chill
breeze sent bright warm glow to her
cheeks, and played with and flung
about her hair, until she seemed trans
figured into one Of the ancient sirens,
come back once more to break the
hearts Of men. The heart of the man
beside her was very fairly on the way
to breaking just at present, so sweet
she seemed to him, so fair past all ex-
preston, so hopelessly beyond his pow
er to reach.
"'And OF what are you thinking, Jen-
ny%"
Mildred hummed gayly, glancing up at
Denzil with laughing violet eyes,
"0f YOU" he answered simply, "and
Of something else"
very explanatory" said Miss Tre-
vanion-"only want very much to
know what the something else is, l
hold 1t as my due to tell me, because
am your Bradshaw just now, and you
certainly owe me return for my SER
vices"
III | told you, 1t would not interest
you In the least"
IL can quite believe that-few things
do; but we have good long walk be-
fore us, with no earthly subject to dis
cuss, as l conclude you hardly feel
equal to the weather. Do you?
"Of course l do; surely you cannot
suppose that this little gust of wind
possesses the power to upset me?"
IL don't mean In that way-how
stupid you are! spoke Of being
equal to-, or as you would say, up
to- discussing the weather.
"Oh, that indeed! l beg your par
don; the cobwebs thicken on my brain
of late, fancy, only hope this live
ly breeze will blow them all away be-
fore Mr.. Blounts ball, or | shall find
no one there to take pity on me-"
Remove your hat, then, and give
your head a chance; the result will
probably be a severe cold In it-but
that doesn't matter compared with the
clearness of intellect. Are you think,
ing much about the ball?"
ITO be continued.)