CanÌƒon City record. [volume] (CanÌƒon City, Colo.) 1883-192?, 1904-08-04

through the small paned windows to
fall on faces of dead and gone Mar
wins, the quaint wainscote;l dining
room, with its time stained trea sures:
the white table. with its glitter Of sill
yer and glass; the sweetness of flowers,
and the two gentlewomen SO different
from all the women that he had en-
countered in the rush of the city-he
decided there and then to linger as
long as he decently could. answering
nbstractedly to the running fire of
bright nonsense that Jessica kept up.
He felt that somehow he had always
known that soft voice and ripping
laugh.
He followed her into the garden.
where the moonlight CLEANED over
snowy masses of chrysanthemums
that stood in tall ranks. A magic
dwelt in the winding alleys of that old
garden, walled in by the lush fra
GRANGE of roses. Desperately, helpless
ly, he went down before that small
maiden who talked on of flowers and
still of flowers and grew very impa-
tient of his irrelevant replies. At last
she ventured, you expected to consult
with Mr.. Marvin as to the business
for the coming season.
Repplier pulled himself together and
came out of the clouds He had forgot
ten his errand.
Yes; l had proposition TO make
from our firm. You have been our
chief source of supply for several
months, and we have decided to offer
you an interest if you will agree to
work under our supervision"
Jessica drew long breath.
Repplier went to his room that night
in a state of mind that battles descrip-
ton and lay for hours gazing out into
the white night.
Morning-the plantation bell sent Its
summons far out into the misty gray
ness. Alas, the fields of Bols dare
had passed to alien hands, but the old
bell still swung and lifted its voice, as
1t had done when in answer to its call
the dusky file went forth from the
gates to toll for the master of Bois
dare. Somewhere away off chorus
Of hounds responded, and fields began
to fill with the cotton pickers.
Jessica was seated behind the urn as
fles and fried chicken. As he watched
the small sunbrowned hands among
the coffee cups the visions of the night
came back in full force.
Repplier had no excuse for prolong
ing his stay, but before Jessica drove
him down to Aldana he managed to
extract an invitation for the holidays
from Miss Rebecca. Repplier had
touched her strangely with bis half
wistful remark, christmas Is an emp
ty word to me, l have never had a
home"
Christmas eve, as Jessica came
across the yard from the office. Rep
plier met her with such honest glad
ness in face and voice that she forgot
her scrupies and welcomed him as
gladly, A long. happy week. for Jes-
sica, her guard once down, threw her
self into the spirit of the hour. Rep
plier found his crumpled rose leaf,
however, in the person of Charlie Car
rington. who was Jessica's shadow.
TOO confoundedly cousinly," thought
Repplier as the swift days few. He
had never cared for dancing. but 1t
was dull work to stand in the shadow
while Jessica circled the room in Char
Hes arms. But at last the round of
dances and merrymakings drew to a
close. Repplier grew desperate. There
was only one day left to him. II Miss
Rebecca had earned his gratitude be-
fore she now had his undying affection
in the hour when she pressed Charlie
into service to drive her to the next
plantation.
1t was one of those dreary. midwin-
ter afternoons, and the open nre flick
cred cheerily. Jessica commenced a
furious onslaught with the poker
"Poking a fire is positive stimulant
on day like this"
as It? Let me try it" He took the
poker, and they knelt together on the
broad hearth. A merry war of words
and then silence that neither of them
dared to break. Jessica gazed deep In
to the heart of the fire, but Reppllers
eyes were on the dark curls. He could
not see her face AS he dropped the
poker she stretched out her hand to
ind it caught and held-"Je essicar' It
was just a whisper. but the rich color
went over her face, and the hand Hut-
tered within the strong grasp that held
1t prisoner as he went on. 81 know It In
too soon, but / cannot go and leave my
story untold. You know that l have
loved you from the moment that l first
saw you. / believe that / have loved
you always. Above and beyond all law
of caste, all difference of north and
south, somewhere, somehow, you have
belonged to me, and l want my own"
Outside the raindrops pattered
against the long windows. then the
neigh of a horse as Charlie and Miss
Rebecca drove through the big gate.