The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1905-01-26
The Wo7rsau's
Part
By NELLIE CRAVEY Gil LM0RE
Copyright. 1908. by Daily Story Pub. Goa

1T WAS poor little house in itself, to
| be sure-Once white with green blinds
the paint now almost faded ont by tn"
rains and suns of decade. But the trim
box hedge that enclosed garden OF scar
let creeper, snapdragons, hollyhocks
md innumerable blooming roses; the
Wcl-kept gravel walks with their pur-
pie and green border of violets; the
tiny pond. dappled with silver-white
ducks; and more than all, the sweet
faced woman who stood at the window,
redeemed it in one minute from absolute
plainncss, TRANSPORTING it the next into
positive beauty.
Presently a man rode hastily up to the
gate, threw the bride rein over the pom
mel of the saddle, and dismounted. He
lifted the gate latch with impatient fin
gers. and passing hurriedly through,
STROBE briskly up the walk.
Al the foot Of the steps the woman met
him with outstretched arms.
"Oh, Dick,' she cried, tinging them
about his neck, "the waiting has hcen
an intolcrable pain. | could almost cry
for JOY now that you've come even if
If it isn't true after all. Is it twe?"
She calmed suddenly and held him from
ler tensely, her eyes clnging to his in
a sudden agony of questioning.
1T is true, he replied, and his glance
'ell away from hers abruptly.
Her arms dropped in limp, neryeless
ashton to her sides. For the moment
he power 10 move seemed TO desert her.
But in a little while, she pulled herself
ogether. and a beautiful smile, such a
one as HARRINGTON had never before seen
IN a woman's face, crossed her features.
changing, reiuyenating, illumining
hem.
A silence fell between them, and pres
emily she drew him after her to one Of
he twisted oak benches that stood
here and there among the flowers They
sat down. still in silence, the sun on
he grass making a dappled carpet Of
green and gold at their feet
The woman was the first TO speak
When did it happcn?' she asked, in a
vain attempt to appear calm.
Some months ago; he was hunting.
rhe shot that killed him was purely ac-
,idental"
And the man
Il did not learn his name"
but you are surc-sure that II was
1e? There can be no mistake-no-noth-
ng?'
Il am as perfectly sure as you could
wish me to be Alicia" he returned.
She glanced at him quickly. little
urtively. and some of the color faded
rom her checks why, Dick" she
,riod, her voice breaking a bit, you
ion't seem glad, dear; not half glad
enough not, oh, not hundredth part
As glad as !"
Harrington shifted his position
rifle; his arm went, with the old habit
# caress. about her shoulders. He bent
swiftly and kissed her.
"My darling he said, gravely, words
IRE the poorest expression Of ones feel
ngs Don't you know that"
After he had spoken another silence
'ollowed. Pink sunset faded into dusk
md gradually the stars, million points
If blue steel. gipplcd the black back
ground of sky above.
We've been very happy together,
lear, in spite Of all, have We not?"
The man drew her closer, so that her
head rested quite naturally in its old
sery happy" he responded, his voice
ow
Alicia stirred little uneasiy, and
presently looked up into his face with
sort Of strained eagerness. DO you
-egret-nothing? she asked. tenta-