Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1905-01-12

cried the count rapturousIy. yet
is in Paris that you vanish this
three mont, and we nevaire know to
where. Some say to Ital'ee and some
that you fly back to heaven where
they keep re angels. But eet is heaven
that you make anywhere. Now 1 know
why the place here seem so beautiful
eet Is the angel"
May laughed and gave him her
hand.
THANK you, count" she said. sI
am glad to see you also. You are sure
to like 1t here-even without the angel.
And you, too, Mr.. Bethune," offering
her hand to the sculptor. Can you
not make Il pretty speech like the
COUNT"
Il am afraid not, smiling down at
her. Only that am very, very glad
&c find you here, Miss Allyn. Your
presence will add much toto our
pleasure"
Why. really, that does very nice
ly."
She twirled the brush with a pretty.
unconscious movement that caused the
tips of its feathers to flick across one
OF the palm fronds neal. The motion
caught the counts attention, and with
wondering CONSERVATION his eyes went
from it to her white apron and to the
badge of servitude upon her head, and
his sloping shoulders stiffened suddenly
into protesting reserve.
"PardonneZ," he rebuked, but eet is
so hurry l am nov l will see. NJ.
Bethune will tell you we have not
Register yeSe: L will do eet now"
May watched him hurry away with
an odd look of inquiry in her eyes.
What's the matter with the count?:'
she asked i~nnocently. Has he for
gotten something"
Bethune laughed joyously. A mo-
ment before there had been both re.
serve and repression in his eyes,; now
they We're suddenly eager, glowing, de-
termined.
THE counts an odd sort of stick
he answered, "and his visit here is
confessedly in search of a rich Ameri-
can wife"
He raised his hand significantly to-
ward her head, but for Il moment she
looked puzzled, then a quick, compre
lending flush rose to her face.
"Oh, that" she said thoughtfully.
"And you?"
Bethune laughed again. He could
not help it.
Can't yeu see, Miss Allyn?' he de
handed. Il fancied it was sticking
out all owe me Over yonder 1 was a
poor devil of an artist and you a rich
heiress. and now-oh, May!."
There was the soft rustic of silk
moving across the carpet. May raised
her finger.
Mamma is coming." she warned.
II don't care" im%petuously. 1--WE
got to speak nov l can't wait an
other day. Where can l see you
alone?'
She hesitated, then appeared to con-
slider.
"The maids and nurses usually walk
on the beach at about 3 O'clock" she
said demurely. Il expect l shall be
there
AT 4 O'clock two wheel chairs swept
%leisurely down the bicycle avenue and
on past the Breakers toward the beach.
1t was the hour for Mrs. Allyn's daily
outing, and she preferred to take it in
a wheel chair and leisurely. The oc-
cupant of the other chair was Count
fOrtegan, and from the satisfaction on
his face he had evidently discovered
the mistake. AS they turned toward
the beach path they saw two figures
approaching them only a few yards
away.
There's May now!" exclaimed Mrs.
Allyn. Suppose we wait a few min
utes and speak with her"
The counts face grew eager, and
words of an elaborate apology began
to form in his mind, but as the figures
drew near and he saw the expression
on their faces as they looked at each
other the apology died away and a
Partisan oath, muttered under his
breath, took its place. He merely
bowed politely and then waited for
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