Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1904-02-25
IN LOVE
and WAR
By kofc n. CIcary
COPYRIGHT, 1905, By T. C. Mcclure

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| Doris was singing as she came flying
| down the wide stairway and out into
the warm brilllancy of the young day,
| for it was midsummer, the time Of
roses, Of fragrance, of romance.
| And Doris seemed the veritable spirit
| of it all--at least so thought the young
| fellow watching her from his seat I'M
der the great elm. But 1t 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 fight
Mercy! What morning to be porting
over book Why, instead you
| shoud"-
Il KNOW He had risen and was
towering before her, straight and state
| ly, a man with an air that was more
that of soldier than student You
| Nature"
There was IA quizzical flicker in the
gray, black dashed. black browed eyes
| that met her accusing gaze.
| If you will put down that book you
may walk with me as far rs 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."
1.-THE permission is tempting" con-
fessed John Jardine. but there is Fred
die
"Oh, if you prefer Freddie's society
| to miner The little chin with the dim
pie went up in the air.
But I'm paid TO teach your broth
err, Miss Ware" he fastened to ex-
plain.
And not to accompany me. l quite
| understand" And then, with much
dignity of demeanor, Good morning,
| Mr.. Jardine."
Good morning. he replied ruefully.
But the quizzical smile was dancing
again in his handsome eyes as Miss
Ware flashed open her parasol, whsked
| up the skirts of her embroidered ba-
tiste and turned loftily away, only to
| pause when she had taken few steps
and look back over her shoulder with
eyes full of infinite reproach.
| There's that dog at Browns, and
he might bite. And-and it's hard to
| get over the pasture stile 49, alone.
And'-a pitiful culver in her voice
clinched the sincerity of her assertions
81 am afraid of snalies-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 persuading the most stubborn
| individual with whom she had ever
cone in contact, was radiant and bub-
bling over with merriment.
Since six months before their ac-
| Quaintance began the little fiirt. belle.
beauty and heiress had vainly tried all
her graces and fascinations on the seri-
Gus and stately instructor of her bois-
ferrous young brother 1t had seemed
so natural since she was 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 pan
| sy 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, all 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 n 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
oid 1920 perhaps twenty four or there
about-Lord Lessngton would come
sailing over the sea and wed her and
pear her back over the bilow TO n mag
nihcent historic old home in Sussex
ana she would be Il great lady and lead
a good and beautiful life and be happv
| forever and ever. Which, as her heart
had never been touched, ana she was
| only Wild and winsome little maiden.
seemed quite right ami natural
only OF late she had begun 10 won
| uer why her eyes would droop when
suddenly encountering those OF .he
| man beside whom she now walked.
rattling on in light. inconsequont fash
lou. She was furious when she found
ller cheeks grow burning hot nj the mo-
heht OF chance meeting. What was
ne 10 her that her heart had come TO
beat more quickly when in his pres
enee* bcfuntly she summoned Mi her
bright audacity to conceal this strange
new unrest
HomeWord bound an hour later. they
secured their mail at the village. Ia
the green gloom, gold pierced. Of the
forest pathway the girl sat down Ia
read her letters. Leaning against
tree, grave ana silent. Jardne stood
U.a f9it{prr No..