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pretended misery in her heart, was
dressing for the ceremony. She had
asked 10 be left quite alone in her little
white room on this last morning at
home, and now she stood by the win
dow looking out blankiy at the white,
misty wall that shut out the view Of
the vineyard home 70 which she was
80 soon to 20. and the columned YER
andas of Seymour's house. She was
listening. too. half-heartedly 10 the
sounds below. 70 the mother and sis
ters busying themselves about the
preparations for the wedding feast.
She heard her father talking 20 jim
TO Jim who had driven over early hop
ing 70 see her. hoping that he could
find words In which TO tell her all that
he wanted to say; to tell her all that
he longed for In life was 20 make her
happy; that even now he would give
her up II she did not feel that she could
be content with him. For the honest.
stupid. Flooding boy had seen the
shadow on his sweetheart's face. and,
although he could not know fits sub
stance, he was unwilling 10 stand be-
tween his beloved and the sun OF her
life. But Angelo had refused 70 see
him: there would be time enough for
all that afterward. she told herself;
and that. too, was the message she
sent 10 him.
She leaned forward 20 caress a rose
that blossomed just beyond the green
shutter, and then she saw him-Sey-
mour-riding slowly down the trail.
sudden rush Of blood from her heart
10 her head deprived IL Of all sense.
Of all reason. He had comet He would
save herl That was the message that
flashed along the crimson stream. He
was on HIS way 20 the tryst under the
great cathedral trees. She must meet
him there. With fcverish fingers she
dressed. rejoicing in the pretty details
Of her travelling gown. We're they not
all for him? Had she not known al
the time in reality that they were for
him? Poor Jimi But he would get
over II. They always did, and She
stopped suddenly, and looked IN the
glass at the scarlet lips, brilliant ike
Japan's ounce blossoms, az the blue
black hair so like the summer night.
vision. Poor little mofheri Would
she get over III The girl tore scrap
Of paper from the box that had held
the wedding hat and wrote a hurried
note TO her mother. Then once more
she went 70 the window. The fog was
again shutting down and cnvel0ping
like q bridal veil the green trees I'M
der which even now Seymour must be
waiting for her. Hurry She must
hurry 10 him.
And then she saw that Seymour him
self was standing by the gate, and that
her father was walking down the path,
his long, white hair cleaning ike sill
YER. COurfeously enough, the English
man greeted him, adding: about that
boundary line, Mr.. Delamater. Couldn't
you come with me now 20 look over
the land? We may as well come TO
terms about IL to-day"
'But not to-day" The old French
PEASANTS voice had lost its cringing
tone IN his broadening American life,
but he understood that the rich land
owner knew nothing, cared nothing,
bout the personal affairs Of the poor.
Still he explained: cit is ADgele's-it
is my daughters wedding day, and"
"Oh, Miss Angy's wedding day. Sure
ly, / had forgotten" Seymour's tone
held a note that might almost have
been an apology, so kindly were his
feelings toward these, his poor neigh
bors. "Of course business has no
place to-day. Give my best wishes TO
the bride. Thorne f. a fine fellow, /
think. and am sure that Miss Della
meter and you are both 10 be coDgratu-
lated"
He rode away into the fog, never
glancing at the shutters behind which
the white face was hidden, never
dreaming that in the brides heart or
mind there was place or thought for
him.
The Lares and PeDates IN the little
white room watched her through her
half-hour Of agony, through her hour
of conquest, and then saw her pass out
from among them forever, ready to
face her little world, ready to take up
the honest burden Of life.
The ceremony was over, the toasts
were all drunk, and the bride had
driven away. Such a fine weddingl
Such pretty bridei These were the
comments of the simple country folk,
and only the mothers eyes had seen
the pain, and, seeing II, had known that
her uneasy fears had been realities,
that Angelo had married the one, low
ing the other with her whole heart.
Through rain of tears she watched
the dust-cloud move slowly down the
mountain until IL mingled with the fog
cloud, and then she turned INTO her
own room, and on her knees, by her
bed, prayed for help for her child. 10
her, there, Angeles note, written in
fierce, impossible Joy, forgotten in in
tolerable anguish, was brought:
"oh Mother. Little Mother: I am going
away with the man love. The other was
all mistake. Nothing but misery could
come from this. You viii know that am
"ANoELE."
The mother eyes read and the moth
er's heart was comforted.-San Fran
cisco Argonaut.
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