The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1904-07-27
The Wooi51g
OF Margery
BY NORAH ALEXANDER
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'Miss Adair!"
The girl started, and her eyes
went instinctively to the great
stretch of common on her right, for
it was late and dark, and London
just then was ringing with series
Of CHASTITY murders. But, being q
young person of much GOODNESS, she
smiled the next moment as she took
q quietly scrutinizing. glance at the
man who had now overtaken her. He
was stranger, but not Of the genus
murderer. He was also a little
puffed.
"May I-er-see you homer"
Certainly notw she said severe
"Ohw he expostulated. tNo, upon
my ]ionor, it isn't my fault wasn't
introduced to you tonight. Digby
swore solemnly ne would, and then
he was SO wrapped up in getting
ready the slides Of his stupid old
: lecture that nobody wanted to listen
to-
"May inquire who you are ?"
che began.
"Afy name is Beresford. I have
no need to ask you who you are" :"
he added. 81 have known for long
time. But tonight ] heard them
calling you always darling Miss
Adair.' I've wanted to know you
for two years. I've watched you
pass my gate every day for the last
two years. I always go to the win
dow as soon as I've finished my
breakfast and wait for you, and
then again in the evening. I am
sure" he added automatically,
'"that you will understand. You
see at my ege it isn't asif 7 we're .
boy
EtNo, Of course not" she agreed,
with cheerful alacrity that some
how damped his rising spirits. II
remember now. I've heard my land.
lady speak Of you. You live In
that big red house facing the COM
mon, don't you?"
"You'n let me see you home,
won't you? You're not going to
quarrel with me again ?"
'Do Co." she pleaded. "I'm all
right, and I'm 30 used to going
about alone"
81 hope you will allow me to see
you safely back tonight at all
events, ,"she said stifay. al II
ooh, il you insist" she rejoined
lightly. Y "Iwas only thinking Of
you, you know"
"I'm not sugar." he suggested ir-
ritably.
at the gate she turned and put
out small, friendly hand.
Good night, Mr.. Beresford. and
thanks very much. Oh-h-hl How
.dare'you ?"
Frank Beresford stood transfxed.
He had done nothing more alarming
than raise his hat, and there she
stood, with flaming cheeks and an
igry eyes, glowering at him like a
youthful Fury.
Whats the matter! +! he !nqulr-
ed helplessly.
But she only repeated in fresh
burst of wrath: 81
'sHow dare you? How dare you
speak to me and walk home with
me ?"
'Whatever do you mean p he de-
manded. "Upon my word I don't
understand you. You were friendly
enough just now"
"Of course 7 was" chokingly. sI
II thought you were your father !" I.
"Good Lordr' he CALCULATED fee
bly,, and began to see daylight. OF
course she had been frank and
charming if she thought-but it
was hardly fattering thought.
And the reflection that his figure
was not quite SO slim as it once
had been gave him momentary
twinge. But his sense Of humor
prevailed. l
WELL" hesaid cheerfully, stthat
being 50. don't you think you owe
me an apology?"
Apology she burst out. "And
what did you mean by saying
Hoy old are your"
s@Thirty-five," he said penitently.
But my fathers sixty-fve..n'
"Thirty-fve," che repeated scorn-
fully. "And how in the world
there were angry tears In her voice
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