Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1901-04-02

he looked into her eyes. AL 1Cds lcel nO,c.
usualness Of 1t all helped to his death.
But It was happy release. l could
never have left him, and 1t would have
killed me soon. One Of their elders
who wander over the world to gather
recruits came to our village In Wales.
He got my poor father full Of wild re-
ligious dreams Of this place. this Zion,
this Deseret Of the Latter Day Saints.
did not know 1t until the very day l
told you. Then what could ] do? !
would not bring this disgrace on you.
on your family. / could not forsake
him. could not bear to tell you Of
this strange move on his part. was
afraid you would follow us, and. Ivor,
was determined that you should be
free of me. Now, now, when he was
buried only q week ago, l came here to
be apart and to think. 1 am to leave
tonight for Ogden, where have hopes
Of a position to teach. Then-then,
she added falteringly, Il hoped to 60
back to the old home and perhaps find
you. Oh, what Joy to turn then and
see you-to have you here"
"Olwen," he said resolutely after he
had drawn her close to him and fixed
a long, passionate kiss on her soft lips,
"when we 90 down from here we are
going straight to the nearest clergy
man-at least, the nearest Episcopalian
one-and get married. Don't say a
word. l have suffered too long to en-
dure q moment more Of delay than is
necessary. Then you write the Ogden
people that you must decline the post
owing to having accepted the position
of educating young man In the ways
of a husband. After that we will SO
on round the world and so back to Eng.
land. Now put your arms around my
neck and say, Tvor, will"
But, Ivor," she protested, blushine
sweetly, you must not be so precipi'
tate. l am too worn out to make stand
against any wish of yours now, so"-
"Then do what say" persisted lvor
81 am in q hurry to go and get married
and I am too worn out with q years
waiting and ignorance of your where
abouts to stand anything more. There
he continued, taking her hands and
putting them around his neck. "Say
you will"
With q little gasp Of restful Joy she
LET her head sink forward, and as heI
cheek pressed his he heard her mur
mur, "Ivor, will"
Henderson was somewhat astonisheC
when called out from the Walker
House by his friend to find him In
carriage with n young girl dressed II
black, who was blushing tremendously
but with the sweetest modesty anG
dignity.
"Get in," cried Wareham brightly
"Go to the nearest minister Of the Epis
/ copalian church, and drive fast" hi
cried to the coachman. "Olwen," h'
| went on, with the same boyish impetu
| .osity, when he had drawn back into th'
| carriage, "this is my friend, Wilfrit
| Henderson. Henderson, Miss Gwent
In q few minutes she will be Mrs. lvo
| Wareham. want you to be best man
/ Half an hour ago I climbed up tina
/ Mormon temple without any idea tina
I It was the stairway to heaven for me
| This ia an idyl Of Deseret, old fellow
| But don't be alarmed. Mormonism ha
! nothing more to do with 1t than throug
| bushel of potatoes. said II an oil
\ farmer sold them I'd 60 up. He die
/ and this Is the result. How slow tina
< old horse is! Hurry. driver" he crie'
/ impatIently, thrustlng his head out
Il the window.