The Wahpeton times., 1904-03-11

of petty annoyaans.
They were at Greystoke presently.
and Margaret found herself in due
course in the drawing room. \ few
people were in. ana Margaret was in
tlnduced to them.
She was sitting besid" Mrs. Wynter.
IA gently intcrroSativc person. when
The door opened aud some one en-
tered. Margarc, did rot look ND until
Mrs. Wyntcr said:
"Ah. there is Dr. Cle!and at last:
Now. in% dear. yoa will find yourself
sustained in yolr profession"
Margaret looked up. nj! the blood
rushing from h"r face. her heart sud-
denly beating fast and loud Yes. ii
was Paui rlcand indeed.
His eyes seemed somehow 10 go
straight to the corner in whir!, she
was sitting. liz started, and Il mo
inenfarv change passed over his face:
but he controlled himself in IL .ninmt"
so quickly that Flo. wh" swept her
elaborate dinner gown M to him, did
! not notice il.
Here you are at last, DIR. C!eiand.
Now. ! have some one ! wish to in
troauee you to. Come over to mothers
corner with me. DR. Cleland-Miss,
"r rather, Dr. Margaret Crawford"
Margaret i'owed. feeling his eyes
We're fined OH her fare: then. mall
ing Il great effort. she extended he.
hand.
"Dr. Cleland and | have met before
!'lo.' she said, quite ciamly and dis
tinctly. We met each other at col
lcgc'
Oh. said Florence. in an indescrib-
able tone. An angry little flush rosc
to her cheeks as she glanced at Gle
lands dark. imperturbablc face. There
was an expression on it now which Flo
had never seen upon it when he looked
at herself. and hcy wnman's instincts
were sharp enough to tell her thar.
whatever his feelings toward Mar
sarrt We're. they were not oi the ordi-
nary Kind.
Vet Paul Cleland made 40 effort to
hc near Margaret for the rest of the
evening. and Margaret herself rather
avoided him than otherwise. Only
once his eyes fixed in IL strange. in
tense Way on Margaret's face. and the
expression OF it sent Il thrill! o5 angry
jealousy through Florence.
That night. when Margaret was at
last alone in her own room, she sank
on her knee. and prayed. through fin
gers tightly wrung together: "Oh. my
God. help me. 1t is hard--harder
than ! thought harder than I
thought
The days passed somehow. 1t was
the month of September-rich. sweet
Snptenber--wit skies of clear blue
not summer blue. with it's depths aud
softness and sultry heat: but blue
paler. cooler brighter; fresh. braciDs.
invigorating September. coming like a
breath OF coo! air after day of ene!.-
waiting heat. The evenings were he
ginning to grow longer. and were even
now chilly with the first breath Of the
fall of the year.
The world was fair outside. hut Mar
garet CraWford's heart was in nu
mood to enjoy it, How she lived
through those terrible days she never
aItsrward knew. Seeing Paul every
day, talking with him. knowing. above
ail--what agony the discovery gave
her. and get. with q woman's incon-
sistency. how sweet the knowledge
was to her: r:-that his love had under
gone no change. it was sometimes
more than she could bear
She tried to be- cold and distant. and
succeeded so we'll that she managed
to deceive cleiand for Il time. He be-
gan to think that. af'er all. those had
been right who called Margaret Craw-
ford cold and proud. Had she loved
him as he did her. he argued. no dis
grace on her fathers name, no real
crime. even had he committed such.
could stand between and separate
then, from, each otne:.
One day Florence Wynter and Clel-
and were sitting together In the old
fashioned summcr-seat at the end of
the great rambling garden of Grey
| stoke. Florence had managed to cs-
| cape from her persistent admirer, who
was Il good-looking and pleasant
enough young fellow named Frank
i Thorpe. and made some excuse to Ell
, 1!ce Clcland into the garden.
, Presently the figure OF Margaret. tall
and slim in its dark garments, walked
! slowly down the garden path. AT the
! same moment a carriage rolled up th,.
/ drive Ontside
J Florence started mp suddenly
! Isn't it too warm to sit much lou
ger. doctor Clcland. Let us go III
now
II find i, very pleasant here" Clel-
and answered eagerly. "YOu do not
need to 20 In yet do you Miss Wyn-
ter? Here is Miss Crawford coming
down the garden"
THAT is Sir Edmund Yorke's car
riage, and I must go in and entertain.