The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1905-05-31

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Swiss valleys to the eye. and cabinets
of rare canoes and antique coins filed
the recesses. VIZ 13fff1
But the student and philosopher were
now merged in the enthusiastic lover.
| Grey Pelham had lost his heart to the
| mystic sparkles OF Marion Delaney Is
| marvellous, velvet black eyes. and
"Love was now the lord of all" ac-
cording to the orthodox burden of
song and story f~ li.ifU
He was handsome, we'll built man
of about thirty. with brown hair, deep
hazel eyes, and features, which IL not
strictly regular, were sufficiently well
moulded, and possessed the rare merit
of expression.
The last sunset rays were just touch
| ing the stone cornices of the elegant
mansion that Mrs. Gardiner called
''her ancestral inheritance"-not deem
ing 1t worth while to mention the
uifilng fact that it was rented from a
Jewish stock broker at a thousand dol
lars a month-when Mr.. Pelham rang
the doorbel q ra 7lre
"Out of town." he repeated. after
the servant. How unfortunate!
Where has she gone, and when did she
gof9
Now. Margery being new servant,
had notayet learned the crooked ways
and wiles OF the Gardiner household,
and unwittingly answered the truth
Shes gone to Berksdale, sir, and
maybe she'll be obliged to stay two
or three days, heard her tell the
missus. It's at Mrs. Darby's, Sir,
where"
"Berksdale, ehG'
Mr.. Pelham knew that another train
left within tile next hour or so-the
last train that night. and he resolved
to follow his bright beacon star forth
Niih Poor fellow, lie had reached that
desperate stage in love in which all
spots where the beloved one is not are
bowling wildernesses.
He slipped bank bill into Margery's
not unwilling fingers. and hurried down
the street.
II win seek her ont. ana let her
sweet lips decide my fate at once be
thought Marion. How appropriate
Is the sweet Scottish name to her pure
ana gentle womanlinessl All the Mar
ions in poetry and romance are models
OF grace and gentlenesS, and she is no
exception
\ tyou sae that Alr, Peiham was very
much IN loyel
! Bevksdale was soon reached by the
iron feet Of steam. but. rapid as the
progress was. It failed TO keep pace
with the young mans feverlsh impa-
thence.
4 II was eight O'Clock. with a full moon
shining upon the fresh spring foliage,
whom after having been duly directed
to Mrs. Darby's. he set forth ON his
walk TO the secluded village nook.
/ Darby Mrs. Darby? She do be the
one who keeps the old. crazy gentle
man. and rare IN she IS 70 thump
| Inn round! Oh. YES, sir. Ain't more'n
q mile beyant the big church-a red
house. with big poplar tree in front. 7
Thus instructed with regard TO tho
locality. Grey Pelham felt that he
could not well so wrong.
The red house, with a big poplar tree
in front, presented no very inviting
aspect MS he strobe up to the wide
oFen door, The blinds hung on one
hinge. creeklng dolefully in the breeze
the gate was tied up with loops OF
rusty rope. where nails should have
been; and broken crockery, invalided
tinware and heaps of oyster shells
adorned the dooryard in lieu OF vel
yety grass and borders Of flowers.
Grey Pelham, wondering a little al
10 what business could possibly bring
Marion Delaney to such 4 spot as this
knocked at the open door. but no on'
responded to the summons.
He knocked again, and vet a thirt
time. with 70 better success. and fin
ally walked boldly into a little sitting
room. where yawning portals seemed
to invite entrance. A single oil lamI
burned on the table, by whose light h,
could Just find his way to a chair.
Il suppose l may as we'll sit dow
here and wait until some one comes.
he said. resignedly to himself.
AS he did So he became aware o
voices In the adjoining apartment
raised high in alteration. and of |
name spoken in shrlll tones--a name
lear and precious in his ears.
Il tell you Miss Delaney, tain
enough Two dollars in a week won
pay his board, let alone the clothes ant
the lodging"
And Marion's accents. sllvery sweet
answered In low. measured tones:
Two dollars a week IS a great dea
Of money for an old man who can chol
wood aud dig garden, and help you $
/ much about the house."
"But he won't help, Miss Delaney
/, lie just Sits and mopes the whole tin'
The doctor says he ought TO hav
/ wineH
1 "oh, nonsenseI 1 can't afford to bu