The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-11-25
DOAN'S' KIDNEY PILLS

with Mary Featherstone that night: Tt takes experience to overcome the ab-
 surd prejudices of ignorance, Nary. 1 she said.
 | "Apropos of what?" asked Mary. Helen Whitcomb was looking out of | her window a day or two afterward. There they go again" she said. But l isn't 1t a singular thing that he al-
 ways. carried that roll under his arm?" l When, on the next stroll that they took together they met Helen and Mrs. yarney and Fanny Mar, they decided
 that the weather was getting too chilly \ for rambIes, and Mir. Thorndyke found ! a fire blazing on Mrs. Temples hearth
 in the evening, and Mrs. Temple pret- tier, gentler, sweeter than even by day . light The room was full of roses that fe had sent her, and that she had not
 thought of sending beck and the room
 behind was bower with the plants she 1 had potted and brought in for fear of | frost. She had dfned at the Feather stone's that day--it was Thanksgtving Day. She had felt taken out of her. self all day: and coming home had ] lighted 8 fire upon her hearth In a state of buoyant anticipation-anticl- | patton of she knew not what "This is delightful" Mir. Thorndyke
 said, looking about him.
 "It must seem very small after your |
 l spacious--
 'Tt seems cosy, and charming and in perfect taste" he said. When l re-
 member the size of the rooms that Marie Antoinete found sufficient for her daily life, the closet and no more where Mary stuart listened to Rizzio's music, this seems a room fit for | queen For one queen, at any rate, | he said. q thought those spacious rooms at home were just what want" ed, when they were finished. But now they seem very empty"
 "Oh, am sorryr' she said. "They could be fine if there were
 mistress there; if there were a center
 to them, such as she could be; if there
 were guests to make merry. l thought today, as I sat at my lonely table, what
 a mockery the day was, that 1t was no
 Thanksgiving at ell, and what Thanks giving Day might be to me there 1T | there were wife
 He stopped and looked at her with
 the steady gaze of those searching grey eyes. Her own fell. Her fair face was
 like a damask rose. He laid down | the shell he had been lingering as he I stood by the mantle. And then--and then-he had crossed the rug with step, he was beside her on the little sofa, the portrait of the great-grand- | father had no terrors for him. at aIl' his arm was about her.
 | "Oh!' she cried, freeing herselt ana turning her head away. If you knew about me- if you only know about me- l you might not"
 'Tf I knew what? That you love me-" he said gently, without forgetting
 Mir. Temple?"
 she moved away, and then she turned and flung herself upon his breast. | ''There never was any Mir. Temple!' He held her closely. 'Tt Is then onl;' the ghost of something that never ex- isted that stands between us?" he said' as he turned her face toward him, al- though the down-dropped lids and lashes hid her eyes. And then you are mine, only mine. for life and for eter- Enity! Why, my darling, this is Thanks giving, after all"
 pear est" said MT. Thorndyke when after a happy hour she had told him all her silly reasons for the masque she had worn, and had been sure he never could trust her now, never could believe in her, and had confessed when she first began to care, and he had told her that he meant to marry her the moment he laid eyes upon her and heard the voice that went to his heart, you won't send me back to the great empty hou 50 alone? am afraid will he haunted by Temples ghost. You will come home with me to stayg We will take the minister on our way"
 "I-oh--how can I, Oh, no-if you please-why, what will Mary Feather stone say?"
 T don't please And its no matter what Mary Featherstoue says. We will call and take her along as maid or honor, and then we will take her back and we will walk home together under the frosty stars. It will be home then. earth another such Thanksgiving"
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