Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1905-02-23
BY BREEZCS
BLOWN
BY kofe ~. C5eorY
Copyright. 1904. BY Kate II. Cleary

: DO tnat . Ine way the ianQ lies, Il
it?' asked Ivy Lyle.
The sensitive face under the big, rose
lined sun hat was very white. Hsl
lips Quiversd q little. The hands that
held the vagrant sheet trembled.
ut isn't that I carsr she told her
self. II hadn't begun to care-in that
way. I was saly hscomins-sttracted
But the shock-ths disillusion"-
when she had started cut an hour
ago for her usual brisk morning wall
along the crisp, shelving sands, she
had been' one Of the most indifferent
hight hearted Of girls. She was done
with college, and the two years Of for.
eign travel had succeeded school as q
sort Of polishing process. She had per.
feet health and misty dreams Of all
the yelled future held in Its keeping.
She had aesthetic tastes, and her skill
In athletic sports was the admiration
Of her less vigorous girl friends. She
had been having beautiful time down
at this gay, unconventional resort on
the Michigan coast. And now-weli,
temporarily 1t seemed that her pleas
ure was spoiled.
And In her heart she knew that she
must have been beginning to think too
much of the man whose attentions to
her had been SO marked or else this
discovery would not so affect her. Sit
ting to rest and watch the white crest
ed waves come curling up to break on
the border of the lake like threads of
rarest lace, her attention had been
caught by small, white, whirling OBJ
ject that ut first sight she had taken
for bird. 1t had whisked lower and
nearer. Then it foated so close she
could put out her hand and grasp it,
and she found 1t was n sheet of note
paper covered with diminutive chirug-
raphy. 1t was written on the station
cry Of the fashionable hotel looming
up on the dunes behind her, At first
she had been about 10 crumple 1t up
and cast Il aside. but In the very act
qf doing SO O name-her own name
met her eye
Even then size hesitated. But the
three words We're SO significant she
must know their writer's full mean
ing The page was the continuation
Of letter. and the first three words
at the top of the page were 'love
Ivy LyleY lmpulslvely, giving her
self ne chance to weigh the niceties of
honor in the balance, she scanned the
page. AS she read it slowly again the
fresh, soft color went tidtng out Of
her cheek.
Love Ivy Lyle. I've fought against
L. Gar l can't afford to marry her, as
you know. But she has rather swept
me off my feet, old chap. At first
was taken with her innocent beauty.
There was no one at this big hostelry
to compare with her for looks. So
Let myself drift. I thought she was
Just dear little country girl and that
II would be easy to say sentimental
farewell when the summer was over.
You know what these warm weather
flirtations amount to. SO I've been 60
ing to see her steadily and taking her
everywhere. We've gone dancing and
swimming and boating and all the rest
of 1t, and, by Jove. for all she's
mighty quiet. I've come to find out
she's not the typical little country girl
at ALL She's well read and travelled.
though she seemed rather aghast when
she let that fact out. And she looks at
fellow in cool, appristng sort Of
way that makes him feel pretty cheap
If his spoken thoughts are not quite up
to her white standard. But she's not
really In the social swim. She's ma
tive, / take it. It's been hard to pin
her down to any confidence about her
self. She lives with very dragon Of
an aunt nt farmhouse ON the edge of
town. She wears her cotton dresses
and shade hats In a way that takes
the shine out OF the women up ut the
any Of the swell clothes they wear to
the hops here. Oh, confound Ii. what's
the use Of my incoming away to you
at this rate? I've got to go away and
try to forget her before It's too late.
"pamarls Chase and her father are
to be here this week, they tell me.
And she's the girl the heads of both
our houses expect me to marry. She
may have the good taste to refuse me,
and l almost hope she will. She's a
great heiresa. and the consolidation Of
the business interests would be cap
ital thing; but, oh. hang me II thought
II would be 40 hard to get that little
girpa sweet face out of my heart.
must do the sensible thing and so In
sorry for those poor devils of kings
who have to wed for reasons OF state.
1 feel disgustingfy like one OF them.
I'm sleepy, Good night. I'll finish
this Ia the morning. Ten to one I
dream of Ivy Lyle"
1t needed no signature The writer
was easily recognized. She crumpled
the paper tightly In her hand and
thrust II into the blouse Of her gown
IS a rapid. heavy step came crunching
down the beach. That step had be-
come too pleasantly familiar. Could
he have known the sheet had been
whisked out of his room? Had he
seen II blown down to the beachs
Good morning, Miss Lyle" He
flung himself down beside her. His
handsome, boylsh face looked strained
and set, as though insomnia had
claimed him. you're out early. VIII
you go rowing with me today up to
Clear SpringsT
I'll can'ty' she faltered.
Tho nlendinp voice had become 80
perilously dear to her she found II
hard to refuse. Something strange In
SER tone made him look up quickly,
and he saw how pale she was.
You are ill?" he cried sharply.
"what is III What is wrongT
There was no doubt of the sincere
concern In his eyes.
"It is nothipg2' Pride came to her
aid She rose. IT must go home"
And won't you come up Black river
today?" entreatlngly, almost tsnderly.
"It may be the last timeP
He was Misunderstanding. oh,
that cruel, cruel letter! But-the last
time, he had said.
She flung up her head and smiled ut
him. Eyes, I will go!" she said.
They were very gay that afternoon,
almost recklessly 30. They had lunch
con at the inn near the springs and
fioated back between the wooded banks
Just aa the day was closing. When
they came to parting at the clump OF
lilac bushes In the lane that led to the
farmhouse Jack Ardsley leaned for