The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1904-07-05
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1t1. Mark Tirrel swung his horse
infs she bride path that ran along one
side. Of the avenue and to the. unutter-i
able surprise Of Nancy. who was SONG
thing OF a loaRer IN the way Of horse
desh he permitted her to drop into the
gas he was won't TO term .tfunereal8
AS d general thing. when they reached
the bsidle path in the gray Of these
early winter mornings Tirreil would
say briskiy. Come, Nancy, touch her
with the crop and they would 80 gal
looping smartIy toward the reservoir IA
fashion which made the occupants
of the early cars turn about 10 catch
another glimpse of them.
There was no Come, Nancy" this
merning; no touch of the crop. ItrreH
sat stitily in tsp saddle, gazing straight
ahead 4at nothing apparently. SO
Nancy poIed along In her shuthlng
walk, her head thrust out and her ears
laid back in Il manner which on any
ordinary occasion could not have falleo
to rouse Tirreil's Ire.
1t was dull cherries morning.
Low hanging clouds We're In the SKY,
and through tie bare branches of the
elins the wind whistled "A prophecy of
snow. 1irreli smiled grinly. The
morning cor.rtsponded with his mood
Last night. when he had quarreled
with Amy Linton, 1t had seemed to
him that with very proper dignity he
had offered able defense Of a principles
this morning. as he mentally reviewed
the affair, lie stamped his whole course
of action as sslnine
Miss linton was not the sort Of girl
who few into temper one moment and
Z Te.ps. nsa~f.Fs- VFNsa.
TIRED slowly and was deep rooted 3Ttr-
reIl felt sure de end had come. No
more jolly evenings with her before ne
library fire: no more rides with her in
the crisp air OF the winter morning
He shut his teeth and threw back his
head.
4close ranks here" he growled 10
himself. ana to the mare, Come, Nan-
ey." He struck her smartly with he
crop. Nancy responded with a side
wise spring which would have unseat-
ed Il less experienced rider and galIop-
cd up the path Mt pace that sent the
blood surging to Tirrells checks But
neither the pace Of the mare nor the
chill of the morning nor his own de
termination TO forget the Whole affair
could drive Amy Linton from his mind.
He could see her standing, MS she
had last night, on the other side of the
library table, her face white and her
eyes flashing FIRE. He could hear her
say again, There is really nothing
more to be said, AR Tirreil; good
night" and lie pictured her to himself
as she swept from the room, her head
poised proudly above the perfect Shout
ders.
TirrelI felt something tighten IN his
throat
.Darn itr' he exploded and urged
the mare into breakneck run
TirreIl was well out toward the reser-
voir and stiIl riding recklessly when
he saw a riderless horse gailopinS
down the bride path. He pulled Nancy
up. and, heading her in the opposite
direction he rode slowly along, await
ing the arrival OF the other horse. As
1t came up he leaned from the saddle
and grasped the bride OF therunaway.
The horse carried sidcsaddle, and
there was Il white star On the fore
head that brought Tirrel's heart to his
mouth. 1t was Miss Unions horse.
He turned Nancy, and, leading the
other horse beside him, he rode up the
bride path again. They had gone but
short distance when he espied Amy
Linton walking unconcernedly down
the path. Tirrel heaved a sigh of gen
Il was afraid you were hurt" said
he, dismounting.
NO" she said II was tightening the
girth when lie left rather qneeEemoni-
ously. Stand still, Tony. you idiot4'
she said to the horse.
..I-I'm glad I happened along" said
Tirrell. he felt rather embarrassed.
1T was kind of you to catch him.
she said.
TirreI assisted her to mount.
May | finish ont the ride With youF'
he asked.
Miss Linton's eyebrows were raised a
tride
IF you wish" she said coldly.
For awhile they galloped along in ST.
lence. TlrreH suddenly drew his horse
nearer hers.
lave you any idea where was
headed for?" he said in a low voice.
I'm afraid 1 haven't she said, still
frigidly.
You remember the little hill just
past the reservoir he pursued. ''the
one where we used to ride mornings
aud watch the sun sparkle the snow on
the opposite slope?
Miss linton regarded him STEADILY
for moment.
yes" she said quietly.
II was going ont there, he said,
''and er--felt-oll, hang LAS II