Milford chronicle., 1905-06-02

the clerk had learned to think Of her
as the eccentric Mrs. Van Orden" and
was prepared for the yagueness Of her
orders. Not even when she dreamily
selected pair Of gray socks with dark
red clocks. to match the gray shirt,
and demanded them of size to match
No. 10 collar did he make any de-
muir.
The time for leaving town had ar
rived. and the contents Of the carved
chest were carefully arranged for the
last time and then locked up with the
sweet scented bags of lavender.
ElOise sighed at the thought of leav-
ing the things. for they had come TO
have a sort of personality Of their own.
They were beautiful in themselves, and.
besides. the one who was to wear them.
should they ever be worn, would be for
her the king Of the world.
She sometimes tried to picture him.
but his face eluded her. Yet the face
Of her dream often bore a startling
resemblance to Philip Hamilton, and
that gentleman himself was becoming
a more and more prominent fact in her
life.
More than once she had surprised Il
strange. tense question i'm his eyes-a
speculative look that made her happy. |
yet afraid. She half wished that he 4
was not going to his Cousins for the /
summer. since that would place them /
in the same little colony for the next
three months.
But in the weeks that followed. when
riding, golf and moonllt evenings on
the broad piazzas brought them con
stantly together, her feelings under
went a change, and she was appalled, I
at the desOlation she felt when he ran
up to town for a few days, as he did
now and then.
It was on one of these occasions that
she found herself alone on the porch
one evening when a brisk step sounded
on the gravel.
She rose as Philip Hamilton sprang
up the steps and came toward her in
the soft moonlight, the tumultuOus joy
that she supposed hidden in her heart
shining in her eyes and dancing on her
lips.
He looked down at her for one mo-
ment with eyes before whose mastery
her own wavered and fell. Then, with
a low, contented laugh. he drew her
to him, whispering. There are some
things, my darling, that one does not
need to ask"
II was one rainy evening soon after
he return from their wedding trip
hat Eloise told her husband the story
# the trousseau it had amused her to
,rOvide-a tale that he listened to with
/ gust of laughter
''Oh, my; oh. my! he gr0ancd as she
leld mp the articles one after another.
'X0u certainly have good taste, though.
little girl" he added apprOvingly, "and
hope they'll ft!'
Then his face sObeced, and he stared
It the monogram on a shirt sleeve
Ixedly for a second and then looked ,
IP at her with puzzled eyes, while she
watched him furtively, wishing that
he could get that ridiculous. effeml-
ate bathrObe Out of sight without his |
atching a glimpse of it,
ct. z. NJ" he said SLOWLY. The words
ounded like waiter dropping on a hot !
tOve and eyes took ON steely light. /
Il am waiting for you To explain" he
aid coldly '
Eloise made little rnsh at him and
i'd her face on his shoulder. Don't v
on seer she murmured. why. you 4
lily boy, r. z. NJ stands for The .
Ossible Man. aud so. you see, it's your y
:
A great light broke over Philips face, e
Id as a penalty for the momentary Il
Guiding of his faith he wore the silk Il
ned bathrobe like a martyr. p
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