The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1902-02-04


marry, and | know three of them
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 tall,
soft laughter-the deeper tones of
men.
Il am so disappointed" 1t was a
plaintive little whisper in Vincent's
ever sympathetic ear few moments
later.
But, my dear, what would YOU
have had them do?"
Il would have had her lust flutter
This is coincidence-it isn't Fate.
it's Providence! Won't those other
women envy won't they hate mel
fouH get Mr. Cavanagh to rent a
house up here next summer, won't
you? 1t 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-
lngly He was unwilling to dampen
her ardor.
fhey were born for each other!"
enthusiastically. "They are waiting
Neither of them will ever marry. thew
haven't, you see, until they wed each
other am going to write to Doro-
thea this moment" she sprang to her
feet. I'm 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 a stunnerl
The handsomest woman in the room.
my dear"
The handsomest?" reproachfully.
Except yourself" promptly.
Vincent stood at his bedroom win
low that night, looking out, when
little voice, tired out with
he heavy duties of the day, confided
n him the awful intelligence of Cava-
lagh's engagement.
He had told her about Il himself
md had said that the engagement was
o be announced the next week when
ne went back to town.
Vincent took the little figure into his
arms. But he smiled broadly into the
friendly darkness-husbands are hui
nan, you know.
In all the gay week that followed
I seemed that Cavanagh was attentive
o every woman in the house but Miss
rrelawny.
The Vincents' charming piazza was
ike room with its rugs and cushions.
hairs and tables, books and maya
lines, and here, week later, on the
light before the breaking up of the
Vincent found his wife.
"Of course you are worrying over
hose people!" he said. "You wouldn't
lave run off here alone in the dark
lnder other conditions"
"She is an artful, bold, designing
'reaturel | guess she's a teacher
ired of making her own living, and
lie is such great. big splendid. sim
pie fellow he just let her gobble him
Up. OF course Dorothea is Indifferent
She's not going to throw herself at
my mans head, certainly not at an
man. He Is not SO indiffer-
ant. I saw him looking at her as
'hough he would devour her. And to