Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1906-11-14


,r ng to keep note OF mirth from his
"r'l, ave arc' frv
~ my m.rhine. Perhaps by this time
Its cnangti its mina There. you seer
sd his car began pulling with an
'ity which might have awakened
VAS ''-"- but she had no
ace to ai...ig Do her emotions.
Its good thing my machine is COW
cred" he went on for we are going TO
have a bit of a storm" He snatched
up his dust colored coat and held it out
FOR her. I'm sorry it's so cumber-
some" he said, smiling. 'thoueh at
least it's protection"
Olivia was lost in the folds of 1t, and
The wind whipped Ter veil out banner
Ike and she stepped into Willoughby's
ear. The storm had broken on them,
and the rain drove blindingly in their
faces. Trees. fields and road seemed
blOtted out The rain was still coming
down in torrents as the two machines
spurted up the gravel driveway under
the Foresters' porte cochere, and VIII
loughly opened the door for Olivia as if
IL was tNti shds VNRhiithtts thoukh
none OF his family had set foot within
the Forester grounds in lifetime.
Olivia. dlsheveled and breathless,
stood dripping in the hall. while her
father in passion of resentment listen
ed to the story of her afternoons ad-
venture And in the house across the
way young willoaghby unused with an
unlighted pipe between his lips. What
would she have thought" he murmured,
IF she had known that the breakdown
of my bully old motor was nothing but
q ruse from start to finish? But all's
fair in love and motoring"
But the barriers of the feud were
down, and between Olivia and VIII
loughby acquaintance deepened into
intimacy. They took long rides through
the country. the two machines whirl-
ing along side by side. 1--WE never had
a chauffeur said Olivia on one of
these occasions.
"But you should" Willoughby whim-
sically protested 81 know of some one
who's longing for the place"
why. what began Olivia and then
stopped The look in Willoughby's eyes
was not one of banter.
I'm not worthy of It," he went on,
''but still I dare to ask. And IL you'll
say yes I'll do my best to steer
straight and well and guard you to the
end of the journey. Will you trust me.
OliyiaT
Always" she answered. and from
the autumn slope of the hill down
which they rode 1t seemed as II the
whole world lay golden before them.
But their dream was destined to end
with startling abruptness when VIII
loughby wrote to her father, for it
gave the old gentleman a grim salts
faction to refuse all terms of concllia-
ton. He cherished the feud because it
belonged TO the old order of things and
for him custom was not easily uproot-
ed. To Olivla's many entreaties be
made the same obdurate answers. But
there was in her a spark of the same
unquenchable fire that burned in him,
and his determination famed its en-
bers to blaze as she went quietly on
with her neutrality-suspicious. of
which no one knew save Willoughby
and Mr.. MacWurter. the village JUS
tice, who had known Olivia since child
hood.
This is Economically old fashioned
enough to suit even your father" de-
clared Willoughby as they SPED through
the moonlit night on their way to the
s:15 train.
Olivia's answer was clutch on his
arm. "Listen!" she cried. We're be-
ing followed! It's father-in my ma
chine-with Murray. the groom"
Willoughby's chauffeur put on full
speed. and the waiting MacWurter was
caught up with cyclonic rapidity. The
car was still plnnging forward at a
terrific rate as he jolted out the words
of the hurried ceremony. 1t was a
race for love, and the auto won-barely
won: they had not reached the village
alongside.
For the first time In many years old
Chiffon Forester had been completely
taken out of himself. The long stretch
of road, white in the moonlight, the
crisp air of night rushing past him, had
filled him with tremendous exhilara-
ton. He half forgot the lovers in the
keenness of this new sensation. His
blood felt like wine in his veins. The
ivory tint of his face had taken on a
glow. His eyes sparkled To Olivia's
startled gaze he looked strangely
young. OF the torrent of denunciation
that the runaway pair had expected
there was none.
lyon young fools" said Chiffon For,
ester pleasantly. you young foolsr'
And then. leaning toward his son-in-
law, he inquired with passionate inter
est, What is the make of your ma
chineT'
Thus ended the Forester feud.
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