The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-12-27

assure you. that ne didn't marry. His
brother did. and the story goes that Lord
Gaythorpe was in love with the same lady,
and that's why he never married. The
brothers met her abroad and nobody knows
who she was. Digby Gaythorpe married
her and broke his neck In steeplechase
six months afterward, so that made Mr..
Hugh Gaythorpe the heir.
1.-The gentleman who sends you flowers
presumably he's not married?'
Rose blushed. mo he's not. Flowers
are a hobby Of his, and / expect when
he's Lord Gaythorpe the gardens will be
magnificent. There were such delightful
tennis parties at the Hall last year. This
year, of course there are to be none. But
we have nice court. Do you play tennis?''
Then they talked of tennis and golf, and
found they liked the same musical COM
posers And when the doctor said, as the
train slowed down. 81 suppose this is Ben
nington,' Rose nearly cried, What, are we
there already"
The new doctor soon became popular. and
owing TO his good looks and pleasant man
ners made welcome socially at many
houses. The house he most frequently
called at was the Cedars, the residence Of
Miss Matilda Falconer and her niece Rose.
But. though he deepened the good impress
sion he first made on the girl the elder
lady was far from cordial nor was the rea-
son obscure
The pronounced attentions Of an impecu-
NOUS young man to young lady are never
pleasing to the latter's chaperon, and espe-
cially when a very eligible sutton is also
very frequent visitor. For soon after
Roses return it became clear that the aris-
tocratic Mr.. Hugh Gaythorpe had decided
the younger Miss Falconer would do for
the future Lady GaythOrpe. He would be
rich enough to please himself decided the
heir. The girl was young and pretty, we'll
bred and we'll hammered, and with stately
and slightly cOndescending politeness he
wooed Rose, who was more frightened than
pleased at his attentions.
But to the amusement of Bennington the
young doctor did not retire before this i'm
portant rival, but, treating him with no
respect and as little politeness as possible.
did his best to cut him out.
Rose was in a quandary; she confessed
to herself she liked the young man better
than his rival; but, after all, Mr.. Gay
thorpe exerted himself to be pleasing to
her, and then there was the halo of the fu-
ture coronet. In brief, she did not know
her own mind.
Matters stood thus when one afternoon
the doctor calling. found Rose among the
raspberry canes.
my aunt is out" said the girl, as she
greeted him.
She will not regret having missed me. l
observe Miss Falconer does not like me. 1
l der nv OILY
havior to her"
Rose could have explained why, but con-
tented herself with saying: Aunt thinks
you rather frivolous, and you're sometimes
rude to Mr.. Gaythorpe."
II can't help it. He's such a prig /
heard him telling you yesterday how hap
PLY you had been named; that all pretty
women were like roses. Voltaire once said
! the first man who compared a pretty
woman to u rose was poet, but the sec
ond was-weIl, something uncomplimen-
tary. Now III pay you an original cOmpli-
ment. You're like Mr.. Harris new motor
car
1T doesn't sound very complimentary.
Do you mean because L puff going up hill?''
mo; the comparison is rather that re-
gard you and the motor-car with the same
fell in love with it on the spot
DIR. SMART
call me.Digby," implored the audacious
young man.
II won't. You presume. 1 haven't known
you three months she added, weakly.
Il feel I've known you all my life,
Rose"
His face close to hers; she felt her
heart fiuttering like a captured birds:
closer he came, and, screened by the hedge
Of raspberry canes. kissed her, not once,
but twice. The girl thrilled at the touch of
his lips and hand, for he held her wrist;
she tore herself away frightened, half
angry, half dominated. Her brain in
| a whirl. and whether this was love or not
she could not tell. But of one thing she
felt sure-she could never marry Mr.. Gay
thorpe now; no. not if the king converted
the barony into a dukedom.
my darling" said a voice behind the
bush she had put between them, 81 love
you, love you, 1 love you and I'm like