The Bon Homme County independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1904-1913, 1905-02-23
ASerious Mistake|


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And you really love me. Joan?"
murmured. hardly believing me
ears.
"More than my iife. she replied.
passionately.
As In dream gaxed into the
beautiful eyes Of Joan Ainslie, while !
held her tightly in my arms.
We stood In the old garden which
surrounded the homo Of my love In
the little town of Errington. Joan
was al orphan. and. with the excep-
ton Of an old servant, she lived alone.
She sometimes spoke Of her brother.
Jack Ainslie. who had long ago gone
TO Oregon. and had never since been
heard Of. but otherwise she had no
living relative.
met Joan nj a garden partly nj.
most directly after I went TO live at
Errington. and ut once fell In love
with her. Now. six months afterward.
had asked her to marry me. and
her reply was still sounding. like the
music OF the fairies. In my ear.
Allan. have a little confession 10
make TO you." said Joan. during the
evening. She nestled closer TO me
and hid her face against my shoulder
as she spoke.
How terrible!' I cried, with q
laugh. Say on. and l will consider
the case"
"You--you are not the first man
whom ! promised to" She paus-
ed, and her hands clutched nervously
ut each other.
"Ha! Then there is another" I
cried. In affected dramatic style.
Joan seemed glad that I was only
amused. and then told me that two
years ago, when she was only eigh-
teen years Of age. she had agreed to
marry n visitor from Philadelphia.
His name was Jack Carstairs. and he
left Errington. promising to write to
her. This he did. but eventually went
20 South America, since when Joan
had not heard anything from him.
And what was my rival like?" I
questioned.
oh, not your rival. dear" muir.
INJURED. II did not really love him; Il
was but n girlish infatuation. which
] got over almost directly after Mr..
Carstairs left Errington.'
"But what was he like?' I repeated.
We'll. not quite 30 tall rs you. nor
so good-looking. and he had n thick
beard. Ugh! I'm glad you haven't a
beard, Allan" Joan stopped and
blushed violently. and after a little
while she made me understand why
she preferred clean-shaven faces.
Time went on, and Joan and lived
In the little earthly paradise that we
had constructed. until. rs In olden
time. the serpent entered.
Although ] had laughed away the
story OF Jack Carstairs. yet I could
not get rid OF an absurd, jealous feel
ing that chung TO me. BY degrees I
began TO hate this man whom I had
never met. and whom I thought
never should.
II was one evening about nine
months after our engagement. that
climbed into Joan's garden, over the
fence. In my usual manner. for Il
saved going round 10 the gate. Sud.
denly ! caught sight Of n figure strid.
Ing up the path. In establishment
paused. and there came a wild, jeal-
Gus tug at my heartstrings.
IL was Jack Carstairs!
There he was. Just as Joan had de-
scribed him. Slightly shorter than
was. wearing a beard. and bronzed.
presumably by the warm sun Of South
America.
The door was open. and. without
knocking. he deliberately entered.
From where ! stood I could see Joan
through the open window. ! saw her
spring TO her feet as her visitor en-.
tered. for n moment they gazed at
each other uncertainty.
Jack"
Joan"
heard their voices distinctly, and
then-then they were clasped In each
othre's arms.
For a moment all became dark
around me. while great pain seemed
TO tear my heart asunder. Again
looked, and he was kissing her.
Then, with a smothered groan. I
burst from the garden and rushed
madly away. whittier knew not. nor
cared.
When returned to my senses. dark.
ness had settled down over the land.
A little way ahead OF me through the
trees ] could see the light in Joan's
kousa, and toward this point ! hur