The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1904-03-09

I took no notice. The touch grew
more insistent.
'Poor boyw said Daisy. eDick,
/ told her that / thought Mr.. Ford
horrid."
'Did you?" I cried, my hands fly
ing from my pockets to--elsewhere.
81 wish papa wouldn't insist on
going abroad ell the long vacation.
He says he can work better there.
Never mind, Dick. It's only till
October"
"Onlyl" said I in tones a Hamlet
might be proud of.
"Will it seem very long?" she
asked, dropping her lashes.
GAS If you didn't know"
"Yes-but, Dick, I may like to be
told all the same, you know"
So I told her, and cons and cons
of weary waiting rose before us at
the bidding of my words.
"And in all that time," she said,
care you sure you won't forget? ?
Oh, well, then l believe you won't.
Think, Dick, what it will be when
you come back! You must look out
of your window all the first day
and perhaps l may come by"
"And look up?"
'Perhaps."
"Perhaps you'll have forgotten"
ooh, Dick, that is horrid of you!
I never forget my friends"
"Friends!" I echoed Indignantly.
"Well, You know what ! mean,"
sa!A she ?naulgentiy.
As she spoke the great clock in
she tower struck II. She sprang to
her feet.
Don't co. 1 urged. *Daisy, it's
the last time"
ooh, but I must, So must you"
She seemed resolute.
"WeI;.. them before you 60 prom
isep I Urged,
ftBut I .ha4e promised Well,
then, yes, pfShaise, Dick"
'@You'll thinE Of NO one else the
whole time?" :.
ttNo, of no one eTsey
The garden seemed nsaceful and
quiet. We sat down OF the bench
again for a moment-oFs it was
meant to be moment. Bds such
moments are endowed from hesFen'
with blessed elasticity.
Then, at cry from Daisy T looE4.
ed up.
A tall, stout man in gold specta-
cles stood looking down at us,
curious, only dlalf unkind smile on
his face. 1t was the provost. I felt
crimson all over and sat speechless.
sPray, what's the meaning of
this, Mr.. Vansittart? ?" he asked, the
mixed smile still on his lips.
I looked at him IL f4ig 1t Tor an
instant; then pride arose in me.
I cleared my throat and began, "Sir,
I am promising"
The demon of irony raked up in
the proyost's mind the memory of
his last words to me. Oh, that
had found another exordium for my
heroic speech!
sUpon my word," said he, thrust
ing one hand into his cross cut
trousers pocket and pulling at his ,
whisker with the other, 'syou are
promising, for your age, very prom
Using, Mr.. Vansittart."
The bubble was broken. Daisy
hung her head. / was red and hot
again.
Every promisingp chuckled the
provost, jingling the money in his
pocket. Every promising indeeap
/ could have struck him for his
mocking iteration. i
FDaisy, go indoors" said he,
"and, Mr.. Vansittart, may I lend
you my key of the garden gate?
Pray be so good as to return it to
the porter"
He handed it to me, with polite
bow. Daisy was in retreat, hurry
ing in sad shame toward the house.
I took the key.
'tI meant it, SIR 1 stammered.
eYou're 3 young fool" said he
and held out his hand.
eyes, d young fool" he said again
as he shook hands. I went.
He stood, watching my exit. I
looked back as I reached the gate.
He was there still, and behind him,
in the porch, waved handkerchief.
I passed through the gate and lock-
ed it behind me.
And was the long vacation very !
long? And did I forget her in the
long ?"
I am willing to answer, at any
cost to my own character, all mate
rial questions, but that question is
immaterial, for she forgot me in
the long.
3 Dear me, I hope she's happy
somewhere T. Anthony Hope in