The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1906-07-26


excursions; but they were rarely auy
oil his old friends OF the bar.
AT least once he asked Miss Mitch.
ell to ride with him, but she met the
proposal with a cheerful no. tbnnl,
YOU That left no room for doub,
about her decision.
"A morning came on which he at
tended to his correspondence with
more than usual care. In addition "a
the regular grind of business he wrote
some long delayed missives to old col.
iege Misunderstanding, brilliant, uncon-
ventonal letters they were. full n,
the boyish spirit which the major still
held. Notwithstanding his acknowl-
edged 80 years. When he had quite
nnisned, he drew from his pocket an
important looking paper
Miss Mitchell, | have a very mar
ucular matter | wish to speak about
No, you needn't take my words down
on paper--lm not debating. The fact
Isl am-thinking of-well. giving Won
the chance of debating some to me. IL
you think proper"
Why-what do you mean. Mr. Ebs.
bourne" she asked, her large, heavy
dashed eyes looking the utmost won
der.
lts very simple matter, Miss
Mitchell-at least l used to think it
was when | observed the symptoms in
Int
ike that-you might pretend you are
taking notes; some one will see and
wonder what We are talking about"
oh. If it's anything-improper, you
mustn's say it, Mr.. Ebsbourne." She
was plainly agitated.
Not the very least improper. little
one, but the most natural thing that
ever occurred to me in all my wild
harum- scarum life. No, listen calmly;
II what | say is not pleasing you, /
Will stop, and we will not talk about
1t any more. | love you. Don't start
so, Miss Mitchell | have loved you
ever since the first time you looked
at me with those clear, liquid, honest,
their depths more tina, l ever discov.
cred In my wanderings over two cont.
nents. | will not bewilder you by try
ing to tell you all | feel; for in SO
doing ! would only bewilder myself |
want to give you just the idea and
leave you to think it over and get used
to 1t. can't help loving you, any
more than | could help breathing or
living II didn't breathe"
'Why-Mr. Ebsbourne," she replied,
Il don't think care for you in any
way like that"
Il didn't expect you to, little one
But you can give me little hope,
can't you? You don't dislike me, do
your"
Il think you are very kind"
That's enough - that's enough -
Don't need to say another word. I'll
go now and let you get used to the
idea of having lover"
Thank you," was all Miss Mitchell
could think of to say.
True to his word, the major did not
urge his attentions upon the little
stenographer.
The sequel was none of the major
planning. He only knew that he was
speeding down the river road one
afternoon, when young horse driven
by a market gardener took fright and
plunged about, backing the heavy wag-
on directly across his way at the mo-
ment when he supposed the driver was
going to be able to manage his team
without further difficulty.
There was a crash and the major
| felt a sharp twinge of pain. When he
again oponed his eyes, they were car
rying him in at the ladies' entrance OF
the Windsor.
A eirlish form and white face
pushed through the tangled crowd OF
people about him, and pair of soft
pink arms slipped about his neck
The reactionary pains We're settling In
but the presence of those arms seemed
TO lift the tension from his CULVER
ing nerves, and he felt as comfortable
as a baby on its mothers breast. And
there came flowers every day, and
many little home comforts that the
major had lot seen or thought much
about since ne was chunk of boy
At last there came day when the
doctor told the major he might see
his friends. The major said something
in the strictast confidence to his nurse,
and after very long time Miss Mitch
ell came up accompanied by a sweet
faced, rlotherly little woman in black,
whom the major knew by instinct
must be Miss Mitchell's mother.
"Mr. Ebsbourne," said Miss Mitchell
timidly. 81 didn't know cared in thai
way, but do
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