Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1903-12-10
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about her and moved little away
from him.
How funny you are Clauoe' Sne
laughed. II marry your
81 fail to gee any humor In me STU
alton" the man at her side said lit
tie stiffly.
"Winifred I will work for you!
have It in me to make name In a
few years. If you will only"
"But in a few years youth will
have gone and with It our capacity for
pleasure. No, Claude, let's be sensl-
be"
But don't you love me little,
Winifred?"
81 might, perhaps, If can't help
1t, Claude. 1 must have the trim
mings of life"
Are you capable Of lover the man
asked scornfully, after a seconds
pause.
Cant say" trihed the girl; "all I
know is that the Conversations get
ting a little tedious and the hour a
little late. By-by, Claude, It's all the
same in Sanskrit." With a light
laugh and a wave Of her hand she left
him.
The music and merriment Of Mrs.
Ainsworths big garden party were
growing faint and spasmodic. The
lower part Of the grounds was almost
deserted. A hanson stopped at one
Of the side gateways as Winifred
neared it and a man sprang out.
"why, Fred" exclaimed the new
conner, Gust the girl 7 wanted to see!
Claude here? I've the jollest news
for him. That misery old uncle Of
his that none Of us thought knew how
to die has gone at last and left him
all he had"
"Much?" asked the girl with an odd
little clutch at her heart.
Something like half a million. The
governors his lawyer, you know. He's
written. but I Just thought I'd stop
over and have the fun Of telling
Claude myself"
That's too bad" the girl said slow
ly. "for you can't see him now. He's
out of town till tomorrow. But" as
II bright thought had Just struck
her, 'I'll tell him in the morning"
"All right" returned the man, pre-
pairing to Chamber back into the cab
again, then I won't wait Can't, in
fact. I'm due in town at 8. Good
bye"
Goodbye, Jack" the girl called
after him. "I'll be sure to tell him
the first thing"
Slowly Winifred again retraced her
steps. Claude was lying as she had
left him. face downward on the gar
den seat. A cool hand touched his
cheek. Claude, dearest. did you think
I meant It? I was only teasing you,
sweetheart"
He sprang to his feet and looked at
her in amazement
owe come back to you" she cooed,
'to stay-always. Did you think I'd
let little thing like money"
'You do love me?" he cried gayly.
Better than riches. can hardly
forgive you. Claude" She nestled in
his arms and he covered her face with
kisses.
"For whatT
For doubling me for a moment
for thinking l could be such a mer-
cenary little wretch"
"And you will marry me soonT
whenever you want me, sweet
heart"
Tomorrow, then, tomorrow. I'm
afraid I'll lose you again."
Happiness drove sleep from his
eyes, but the longed-for morrow came
at last. On his breakfast table lay a
letter. "Uncle dead" he gasped.
"And I his heir!"
His first thought was Of Winifred.
"Tm so glad for her scke. This Is
her reward. the brave little woman"
"But, Claude, this is worth for
tune. What does it mean" she said,
when he put the ring on her finger
that evening. He told her in a few
words.
"Claudel II I had left you yester-
day-if 1 had put off my explanation
until to-day you might have
thought"
"Neverl Nothing but good Of the
little girl who was brave enough to
come to me when I hadn't penny
IN the worldr'
The next few days passed quickly.
They were to be married at once, and
Winifred gayly fastened the prepare
lions. They were together in his
studio one afternoon when Jack ALI
ston opened the door.
Congratulations, Claude" he be-
gan. "Sorry I couldn't have the fun
of giving you the good news myself,
but Fred said she'd tell you the min
ute she got back"
what do you mean" Claude de-
handed His chum cheerfully ex-
planned the thwarted stopover.
Claude looked at the white-faced
woman at his side.
"Why, hello, what's upT' inquired
the unconscious Jack, gazing in
amazement from one to the other.
Nothing" said the older man
quietly, "only the end Of a little COM
edy."
"If you hadn't told me might have
thought it was q tragedy" returned
the other imperturbably, where's
your soda, old man. Pm thirsty
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