The Cooperstown courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., N.D.) 1902-1913, 1905-09-14
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appearance created. "You are her tn
and faithful Iover."
YES" assented the doctor. feryertly
Patriotism only burns brighter i,
each breast than does the love of eacl
for each, pure. changeless."
How truly you tell 1t, breathed Mrs
West.
1T is the moment of parting befor.
the decisive battle"
And the pose?"
take that of the Huguenot lovers
already immortalized; the costume,
will give the needed difference"
I'VE must be quick about it." de
clared Mrs. West; 1.-The other guests
will be arriving in a moment"
Stella was focusing.
Ready" she called.
The doctor seized the widow'e hands
In his and pressed them to his heart
She lifted to his, eyes entrancingly
beautiful, for the moment brimmine
with expression of devotion; his own
(what mans could moi? p met hers with
an equal ardor. Stella peering through
the lens caught the glance and felt a
great sob rise to her throat.
1T seems so long since-so long"
murmured the widow. Stella felt as If
the black cloth over her head were sti-
fling her.
''But now-at last" breathed Moore.
Stella's hand shook SO that she could
scarcely draw out the plate holder. 1t
was plain that these two had loved in
the long ago. Possibly the little widow
had come early this afternoon looking
to find him here. They were renewing
the old affection right under her eyes.
She had repulsed her persistent lover
just once too often, and now her heart
told her-too late.
ANY other pose?"
''Too late" said Stella. Her voice
frightened her as she uttered the words
beating in her heart. Too late.
"But you are content with your
work." quoted Mrs. West. Not If it was
to give over her lover to the widow.
"You do not need me now? You do
not want me?" The doctor was eager
to lay aside the continentals.
II can't tell until-until later develop
ments."
But here the guests came. They were
captured with the grace of the old cos
tunes.
Was there magic in the ancient uni
form, Stella wondered. Had she ever
fancied the doctor heavy? Only Her.
culean. Had she ever thought him stiff?
Only stately. Clumsy? Only courtly.
Tales of the brave days of the revolu-
ton were rife in Stella's parlors that
afternoon. Each told tale of his or
her own until Mrs. Clitheral, wearing
her gray hair like a duchess coronet.
and across her breast as many badges
and insignia as field marshal may
boast, turned to DR.. Moore.
you say nothing" she announced.
"and you are the only one among us
whose ancestor was signor."
"And you never told me-" murmured
Stella in his ear.
But you were SO interested in
progress, in advancement. in emancina-
ton from all old customs, how could
know you would care for such old
things?"
"And your fathers family" continued
Mrs. Clitheral-her D. A. R., Colonial
Dame, Daughters of Colonial Governors.
Child of Royalty badges tinkled as she
talked-''are, if mistake not, of the
Moores of North Carolina of name and
fame, closely connected with the Moore.
present marquis of Drogheda Castle.
Ireland"
"And you let me boast to you of nv
farmer girl ancestress with her pail Of
foamy new milk"
"She was one to boast of, brave. sim.
pie, true"
While the guests gathered about Mrs.
Augustine Shepherd to hear for the
hundredth time her favorite story of the
revolution; how Col. Will Shepherd
rode neck and neck with the captured
Tory across the How Fields, the doctor
whispered to Stella:
Il will tell you now that it was who
pawned these continentals which l now
wear"
mot really?"
ITO buy decent coat in which to
read my graduating thesis"
'And now?"
"And now have had success enough
to feel warranted in asking you again
that question"
But. Mrs. West? You loved her onca?
heard he" say to you as you held her.
oh. SO closely: 1T seems SO long,"
"Since you had kept us playing the
fool while you worried with the cam
era"
And you, gazing at her so ardentlv
said: AT last!' IN. o. Times-Demo.
crat.
GIFT FROM DYING ENEMY.