The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1904-06-17

So Gilman came, and from the mo-
ment the white-robed, blushing Elvira
f1uttered into the room he forgot New
York, Journalism and fame, lost his
ready wit, and realized that he who
knew so much was quite unlearned.
He walked up and down the warm
sunlit garden with Elvira, bending his
dark head caressingly over her, won
dering dimly how so fair and sweet a
creature CHANGED to live. Elvira lost
her first awe of him, and laughed and
talked slowly, pointing out the Gala
lilies, picking a great nosegay of pink
and white sweet peas.
Time passed quickly in the garden
1t was dusk before Gilman left
Elvira smiled in her sleep that night,
flushing rosily; but old Clarissa's pill
low was wet with salt tears, for she
saw what was coming-and it was
what she had desired, so it was really
foolish of her to weep.
Elvira and Gilman2got engaged. It
was brief, pretty courtship.
Clarissa and the neighbors looked
on, watching the delicate drama that
was being played, marveling a little
how smooth was loves course.
A day in early autumn was fixed for
the wedding, but first Gilman must re-
turn to New York and gain a further
leave Of absence
The lovers parted, and it was a. bad
hour for both.
Elvira lost all her timid maidenly
dif6dence. She chung to Gilman with
tender self-surrender, putting up her
face for his kisses, praying him pa
thetically to return soon. AS if Gill
man needed such prayers! He who
was longing-and half beside himself
with the longing-to marry this pretty
Puritan and take her to make home
brighter in New York.
Clarissa came to the gate finally
and unlatched it for the lover. She
looked gaunt and gray; her hair was
all blown out by the wind, her thin
cotton dress showed the meager lines
of her old body. She was not prepos-
sessing.
Gilman looked at her little resent
fully. He hated to surrender his weep
ing Elvira to this harsh-looking old
woman.
"Take care of her-be good to her."
he said, breaking from the girls soft
clutches, and pressing her gently back
against Clarissa. ooh, Miss Lane, be
careful of Elvira for me-"
Clarissa laughed low and grimly to
herself. BE careful of Elvira!" To
the woman to whom the girl was all
in all the words were almost cruel and
certainly mockery
That night Elvira had red eyes and
ate no more at supper than would have
tempted little bird She sat on the
step at the back of the house when
the moon came out, and Clarissa
watched, saw her shoulders shaking
she was crying; She had been crying
all the afternoon very softly and
quietly.
Next morning she took Elvira to
Anne Hardy to buy the wedding silk
AS they walked down the village street
the girl prattled gayly. Now that the
first bitterness of the parting was over,
she could await with serenity her
lovers return, and be happy in these
preparations for her marriage, but the
whole mornings work was sharp
yet exquisite pain to Clarissa. She
was going to lose her child, and yet
she was decking her against the day.
She shopped lavishly, and with a
certain fierce vehemence. Elvira
should come out bride in the richest
OF pearl gray silks, and her bonnet,
with its costly white feather, should
long be remembered. What did the
price matter? When the child had
gone to New York she could pinch and
save. A lonely old woman needs little
to support life.
Anne Hardy, her mouth full of pins,
draped the silk round the graceful
young figure.
"Sakes, Mis- Lane" she murmured,
in frank admiration, Il just guess
there will never be such a bride or
dress seen here again It's real
pleasure to make for Elvira-that it
is"
Elvira smiled and blushed at the
warm dattery, but old Clarissa sat un-
moved. Were not such words her
child's due?
Time passed and Gilman never wrote,
Twice day Elvira made pilgrimage
to the post Office, and she came back
after her last visit with such a white,
strained face that Clarissa felt sick
at heart.
81 guess there'll be a letter to-mor-
row." she said furtively, not daring
to loose her own wrath and anxiety.
Eyes, Tomorrow" answered Elvira.
obediently, but Clarissa heard her
weeping during the night and her
heart burned hot against Gilman.
Days slipped into weeks, and it grew
close to the wedding day, and still no
letter from Gilman.
The wedding dress came home. Lit
tie Anne carried it herself, but Elvira
turned dead white as the dressmaker