The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1904-02-19
IN LOVE
and WAR
By kafs NJ. Cfeory
Copyright, 1905, BY 7. @. Mcclure

2 Copyright, 1905, bp I. @. Mcclure
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Doris was singing as she came hyina
down the wide stairway and out ints
the warm brilliancy' of the young day
for 1t was midsummer, the time Of
roses. Of fragrance, Of romance.
And Doris seemed the veritable spirf,
Of 1t all-at least 80 thought the youns
fellow watching her from his seat un.
der the great elm. But-it was not till
she was quite close to him that she was
aware Of his presence. The gay little
chanson she had been lifting ceased,
and the pretty. startled color deepened
in her soft cheeks.
bon jour- she cried blithely and
paused In her Atalanta-like flight,
"Mercy! What morning to be poring
over book! Why. instead you
should"--
II knoww He had risen and was
towering before her, straight and state
y, a man with an mir that was more
that Of soldier than a student. "You
think should prefer to cultivate Dame
Nature"
There was a quizzical flicker In the
gray, black lashed, black browed eyes
that met her accusing gaze.
III you will put down that book you
may walk with me as far as the abode
OF Mrs. Melinda Parsons, who is ex-
pecting me this morning to write her
monthly letter to her son in the Phil
ippines."
The permission is tempting" con-
fessed John Jardine. "but there is Fred
die'-
"Oh, If you prefer Freddie's society
to mine! The little chin with the dim.
pie went up in the mir.
But I'm paid to teach your broth
er, Miss Ware" he fastened to ex-
plain.
"And not to accompany me. quite
understand" And then, with much
dignity Of demeanor, Good morning.
Mr.. Jardine."
Good morning" he replied ruefully.
But the qulzzical smile was dancing
again In his handsome eyes as Miss
Ware flashed open her parasol, whisked
up the skirts Of her embroidered ba-
tiste and turned loftily away, only to
pause when she had taken q few steps
and look back over her shoulder with
eyes full Of infinite reproach.
There's that dog ut Browns, and
he might bite. And-and it's hard to
get over the pasture stiIe alone.
And"-a pftiful culver in her voice
clinched the sincerity of her assertions
II am afraid of snakes-and there
may be snakes. Freddie saw one last
summer"
There was no questioning the tri.
umphant truth Of the final declaration.
Nor was refusal longer possible. Con-
quered. John Jardine found himself
walking along the avenue, adjusting
his long stride to the gait of Miss Doris
ware, who, now that she had her own
way In persnading the most stubborn
individual with whom she had ever
come In contact was radiant and bub.
bling over with merriment.
Since sixS months before their nc
qua1ntance began the little firt, belle.
beauty and heiress had vafnly tried ali
her graces and fascinntions on the sert-
GUS ana stately instructor of her bois-
ferrous young brother. 1t had seemed
80 natural since she was a schoolgirl in
short dresses to have admirers by the
dozen that the difficulty she expert
enced Of bringing Jardine to her feet
piqued her and made her more than
ever determined to make him capitu-
late. She would have opened her pam
81 purple eyes very wide indeed and
have been honestly amazed had any
one accused her Of being heartless.
She would have said that no one meant
to be serious. Anyhow, oil knew--for
IT was an open secret-that she was not
free. Her marriage had been arranged
oh, ages ago-by parents and lawyers
and solicitors and that kind of people.
1t was purely marriage Of conven-
fence. But it appeared to be very con.
venient indeed, and quite satisfactory
all around.
Some day, when she was old, very