The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1902-03-13

marry, and | know three of them, /"
she ran them of 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 excitedt'
1t was a 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 talk
soft laughter-the deeper tones of
men.
Il am so disappointed" It was a
plaintive little whisper in Vincent's
ever sympathetic ear few moments
later.
But, my dear. what would you
have had them do?"
81 would have had her Just fiutter
This is a coincidence--it isn't Fate,
it's Providence! Won't those other
women envy me-won't they hate mel
You'll get Mr.. Cavanagh to rent a
house up here next summer, won't
you? II 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 II they should not fancy each
other?" He put the question hesitat-
ingly. He was unwilling to dampen
her ardor.
They were born for each other!"
enthusiastically. They are waiting.
Neither of them will ever marry, they
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 sumner!
The handsomest woman in the room.
my dear"
Tho oandsor,ost -, ,on,oaohf ,,p,,
Except yourself" promptly.
Vincent stood at his bedroom win
dow that night, looking out, when
plaintive little voice, tired out with
the heavy duties of the day. confided
In him the awful intelligence Of Cava-
nagh's engagement
He had told her about IL himself,
and had said that the engagement was
TO be announced the next week when
he went back to town.
Vincent took the little figure into his
arms. But he smiled broadly into the
friendly darkness-husbands are hui
man, you know.
In all the gay week that followed
II seemed that Cavanagh was attentive
w ONNis "ohidu III tue MUSE Out MISS
Trelawny.
The Vincents' charming piazza was
like room with its rugs and cushions.
chairs and tables, books and maya
zines, and here, week later. on the
night before the breaking up OF the
house party. Vincent found his wife
''of course you are worrying over
those people!" he said "You wouldn't
have run of here alone in the dark
under other conditions"
"She is an artful, bold, designing
creature! guess she's a teacher
tired OF making her own living, and
he is such great big splendid, SIM
pie fellow he just let her goDble him
up. OF course Dorothea is indifferent,
She's not going to throw herself at
any mans head, certainly not at an
engaged man. He is not so indiffer-
emit. ] saw him looking at her as
though he would dsvou- her. And to