Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1905-09-20

and something in his eyes made her
frown deepen. II want to ask you
once more to reconsider" he began.
ut is quite impossible, Mr.. Dun
more" said she, coldly.
"Why?" he asked. amt so ter
ribly tneliglble?" e3
Your life at present is very FULL"
she said. "There is no room in 1t for
for n wife" The color came into her
cheeks at the last word.
DO you think these things really
count with me?" he asked quickly.
these horses and this polo and all the
rest of it?'
Perhaps for the moment you think
they don't" said she. but they do.
They have hold on you that no wom-
an ever could hope to rival. She would
he a side ISSUE"
You don't really believe that?" said
he.
II do" she averred.
The whistle sounded from the field.
1.-THE only thing that really counts in
all the world is you," said Dunmore.
II can't seem to make you believe it,
but it's Gods truth"
He rode out into the field, leaving
the girl strangely i'll at ease. AS the
game began, Mrs. Porter returned and
climbed into the trap. With her, came
the omnipresent group of satellites.
Gertrude, do hope" she began in
a whispered aside to the girl, but Miss
Remsen was talking to the young men
with vlvacity that. to Mrs. Porter,
seemed triHe forced.
All during the game the girls eyes
were seldom on the field. Although
the play was fast and furious and she
was known to be devotee of polo,
she seemed to prefer the platitudes of
the men grouped about the trap to the
excitement Of the play.
Once only did she follow the game
and that was when n man beside them
said excitedly, Just look Mt old
Tommy Dunmore! He's doing his best
to break his precious neck!"
Mrs Porter glanced at her niece sus-
piciously.
my dear" she began, protesting
ly, but with shrug of her shoulders
Miss Remsen resumed her gay chat
ter.
A moment later, she heard n little
murmur of horror. Mrs. Porter half
rose from her seat and caught her
breath sharply. The girl turned her
eyes toward the field.
Near one goal. a group of riders was
drawing apart, and on the ground lay
a man beneath his pony. -Four men
ran into the field, drew the fallen man
from beneath the pony and bore him
to the club house. The pony scrambled
to its feet, and was led limping away.
A substitute galloped onto the field and
the game went on.
When the momentary excitement had
subsidized Mrs. Porter turned to her
niece. The girls white face shocked
her.
Gertrude, dear, what is the mat
teri" she asked.
PLEASE take me home" said Miss
Remsen In an odd, quavering voice.
One Of the young men took the cob
by the head and guided them through
the tang1e of carriages. Then silently
they drove across the club grounds to
the road. Mrs. Porter. being wise in
her day and generation. said nothing.
When they were nearly home, the
girl suddenly burst into storm Of
tears.
"Oh, auntie," she said. ~ didn't
know until / saw him lying there all
white and bloody! Please. please drive
to the club house."
Mrs. Porter waited in the big hall,
while gray-haired physician led Ger
trude up the stairs to sunny room
overlooking the grounds. Then, after
he had opened the door and bowed
her In. he discreetly withdrew.
On q couch by the window lay Dun.
nosA bis head awathea la baaaasss,