Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1904-09-19

me light time" was the low res
gponse.
Holding both her hands in one of his
,zrn he slipped 10 her side and tipped
nor head back against his shoulder.
his ewes sought hers in the gloom of
tho carriage, glorying in the revela-
lions brought by the passing lights.
THE right time of all the world,
o,rI Of all the years that have been
~or Won and for me-the right time for
tbe seal of the promise for those that
are TO come for u.s. he said with
ouiet intensity, his lips closing on her
unresistng ones.
After moment she Strengthened
herself with a happy little laugh.
81 think we must be nearly there"
Eyes. Wretchedly short drive. Oh,
grille, grille, l am SO proud of you, SO
gIadt What will they think of us, to
he sure? l wasn't having a bit of a
good time. and now I'm ever so CRATE
ful that Bob insisted on making me
best man."
"Whv. but, dear" 1t was a veri-
table gurgle of establishment. You're
not dreaming of telling now? 1t
would never. never do. We've not
even been introduced! I'm to be here
several weeks, you know, and it must
come to pass very gradually"
Il suppose so, bless your proper lit
| tie heart. But isn't it wee bit more
unconventional to have it happen thus
! than that it should merely be known
! of? Anyway l promise to be the most
| persistently loveIorn of any swain who
ever aspired to fair lady's hand. All,
| here we arer'
Fortunately the avenue was well
| shaded Just before the blaze of light
at the steps was reached.
Dickie greeted them-how he had
| managed to pass them certain team
miZht have borne breathless testimony
in an agony of cOntritiOn, his very
| first blunder. He supposed, of course,
they'd met CIarissa had come alone.
Madeleine had been investigating and
wrenched from him the whole sad tale.
Clarissa wouldn't say a word They
sweetly forgave him and were smiling
ly introduced.
During the ensuing hours of the re-
ception Harrington, ingenious to the
point of bluntness, found use for all his
skill as a dissembler The auburn head
was an irresistible magnet, and his
telltale eyes followed where his feet
were forbidden to tread. Again and
again he dragged himself back to the
daffOdil maid and his proper duty, tt
find her always mysteriOusly smiling
at him out of a quizzical face. 1t wa:
hard that the first madly happy hour;
Of ones life should be made to speed
so slowly, but at last the bride anC
groom were off in a shower of rice
kisses and merry cries.
Then quoth the maid of the daffOdilS
to Dickie. do look at Joe and Ethel"
There they stood on the top step, hand
in hand, placidly and absently waving
after the disappearing carriage will
their disengaged hands. The other two
members were clasped.
It was three interminable months be
fore Harrington was permitted to an
nounce farewell dinner to his bach
elor friends. When he reached the
club on the memorable night a letter
awaited him bearing the familiar for
eign pOstmark of Mr.. and Mrs. Blake'E
hOneymOOning nest. Over the sigma
ture of Madeleine Blake he read thu
following:
BLESS you, my children! Nothin:
could delight me more, especially whe1
,, it's my own particular little pie. Jo
the woman hater. Joe the celibate
J Clarissa was already engaged, yo'
know, so made willing martyr on tn
= altar of my schemes. And my Ethe
had to play instead of standing by m,
side. where she belonged. If she ha
) Motif you'd thought you belonged t
d, her by custom, Joe, JOe-my beautiful
u grille, instead of becoming the happ
= Mrs. Harrington shortly, would hav
y shared the sad, sad fate of the daffod
maid"
F.. "And thus" observed Harrington
= with a charitable grin, do some PEI
,, pie flatter themselves"