Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1903-03-13

wiles, subtle or otherwise, but was
deliciously ingenious. And those eyes
Those perfect lashes sweeping a peach
blow cheek What was she doing in
this God forsaken country? He would
ask her the next time they met. No
he would ask Disbrow when he got
home. Come TO think of ii, Disbrow
had had her picture. along with his
sisters and mothers, on his wall al
college. Perhaps she was a relative
too.
Disbrow had stayed home. At the
last moment his mother bad been TAX
Ell slightly Ill. and he had explained to
Gregson that he hated to leave her in
that shape. She had worked so hard
that he might go to college. And
Gregson had not minded. He had met
and been cordially received by many
of the neighbors. Besides, country
festival was novelty to him. Dis
brow was waiting up for him, and
they stopped for a smoke on the small
porch, with masses of fragrant honey.
suckles.
Pretty girl, that Miss Davis, and
rather a good sort, l imagine" said
Gregson carelessly.
Disbrow's pipe was suspended mid
way in the air.
you've struck II, Harry. No other
words would describe her. She Is q
good sort, and"-there was n short
pause, in which Disbrow seemed TO be
studying his pipe thoughtfully-"Tve
never quite been able to understand
how she could love such an oaf as |.
I'm not half fit for her, but we've been
sweethearts for years, and | believe
for her sake | can overcome almost
any obstacle. She helped me pay the
mortgage OH this place and literally
forced me to college. She's-she's n
regular Inspiration
Gregson's pipe had gone out, and he
did not offer 10 relight ii. In a few
moments he rose. stretched himself
lazily and murmured with a depth of
feeling quite out Of keeping with his
attitude:
MAN, you're to be congratulated.
Love like hers can keep a fellow from
doing lots OF fool things"
The moonlight filtered through the
poplar trees and the dormer window
beyond which lay Gregson, his head
propped on his elbow, his pipe putting
vigorously. He was thinking again OF
that innocent, half pleading face, Of
the wonder in her gentle eyes at his
cleverly worded. half yelled cOmpli-
ments. OF the flush that might come to
her cheek when they met again and
when he held her hand just trifie
longer than good form demanded. She
knew so little and he so much. He
thought Of a delicate rosebud unfold
ing slowly, dreamily, until its thrOb
bing, crimson heart lay bare. and he
thought Of DisbrOw. plain, plodding
Disbrow. who had n future TO carve
out for .himself-and the rosebud. Then
Gregson set his teeth hard on his
pipe. 1t was out.
Gregson was sorting his mail. Most
Of the envelopes were small and dis
tinctly feminine in their chirography.
One bore his fathers Office address in
the corner. He read this first and
turned to Disbrow with an air Of
surprise and regret that was
credit TO his versatility.
"The pater wants me TO run over to
London on a little mission for him, so
I'll have to be leaving tomorrow or
next day. I'm no end sorry, especially
about the fishing trip won't have TO
Spirit lake; but business is business"
Disbrow was genuinely disappointed
over the sudden termination Of Greg
sons visit They had planned so many
short jaunts up TO the lakes. but dur
ing the fortnight already spent there