Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1904-11-08

/ world for me-. he concluded. the color
that usually glowed under his tan
noticably absent. From the first mo
ment knew it. | would have follow
ed you to the ends of the earth to tell
you this. even though | had known
that you would refuse mer'
Betty Aston. her face as white as
his own. turned to him with quivering
lips. His earnestness frightened her.
But there was. Jack Winter-dear
Jack with the laughing eyes and the
gay smile, And yet Jack would never
have followed her out Of the crowd,
and
| She covered her face with her hands,
and Manice, pitted against fate, set
| his jaw grizzly.
rs there any one else?' he asked
at last. and at the gentleness OF his
voice Betty took courage.
You don't know how unworthy
| feel,'' she began in trembling voice
.'You see. ] don't know myself. hate
myself for it, but | really don't. IL
you love me ike this, ought to
know, oughtn't l, whether love you
or not?"
She looked Mt him with the puzzled
confidence of child appealing to an
elder for help in a crisis. Then sud
denly the color came up over her soft,
white neck, rising higher and higher
until it suffused her whole face, and
the eyes that had been gazing so clear
~ and childishly into his dropped. In
that moment her heart was clearer to
him than it was to herself.
'.Think about it for week, sweet
heart" he whispered, and, carrying her
hand to his lips for brief moment,
turned and left her.
"She loves me-she loves me, God
bless her know it, Manices
thoughts ran during the days that fol-
lowed, and, though the hours seemed
endless, not once during that time did
he approach her. He shrewdly sus-
pected that his absence would do more
than anything else could to reveal her
heart to herself.
So sure of his answer was he that he
wanted to make the day memorable to
both of them. Many plans suggested
themselves, but none of them seemed
worthy. Then a chance remark of hers
fitted across his mind, and he muir
INJURED, with enthusiasm, ''The very
thing, by Jove!'
She had whlmsically said to him once
that it was her idea of bliss TO have
Hagadorn, the well known organist.
play the wonderful organ at st. Mi
chacls an hour for her alone, and he
decided that If Hagadorn was suscep-
tible to the persuasive power of money
she should have that pleasure.
But to his dismay he found that he
was not He did not understand the
gentlemans request, and he refused
the offer somewhat haughtily. 1t was
then that Manice appealed to the man,
ignoring the artist, and at the end of
his brief but somewhat shamefaced
explanation Hagadorn was smiling
genially.
"I'll do it with pleasure" said he,
holding out his hand
"And of course you'll know just
well, just the right sort of muslcT"
suggested Manice. 1.-THE sort that will
that WHIP
YES" assented the organist, Il
think know the Sort And they part
ed in great good humor
At the end Of that rapturous hour of
wonderful music IN the dim interior Of
St Michael's next day Betty simply
turned her humid eyes upon Maniee
and held out her hands. 1t was not I'M
til she had gained the poise and asser
ton Of six months Of wifehood that
she accused him of taking an unfair
advantage.
''As II any girl could have refused
such lover." she tainted, ruffling his
hair disgracefully 1T was what the
papers call claptrap."