Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1906-11-08

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quiries were made of the clerk.
A month-two months passed, and
still the major had not returned to his
old corner in the Windsor bar. The
only ozark of his long residence at the
hotel was the little bunch of fresh vio-
let's which daily adorned Miss Mitch
ellis desk.
One day, as unheralded as had bee
his departure, tle major returned to
the Windsor His complexion was
whittier and his eyes were clearer, oth-
erwise he was the same old major,
careless, lively and jovial.
He dictated his letters to Miss
Mitchell as usual the next morning,
out it was observed and marked with
much special notice that he did not
ollow his old habit of turning toward
he bar Immediately thereafter. In
stead of this, he stepped into big
automobile that stood at the door, and
was away in a trice. He became a
devotee of this big machine. A large
portion of the day he gave himself to
runs and tours. Sometimes he car
ried Il friend or two with him on these
excursions; but they were rarely any
of his old friends Of the bar.
At least once he asked Miss Mitch
ell to ride with him, but she met the
proposal with cheerful mo, thank
you," that left no room for doubt
about her decision.
A morning came on which he at
tended to his correspondents with
more than usual care. In addition to
the regular grind Of business he wrote
some long delayed missives to old col
lege misunderstanding, brilliant, upcon!
ventionai letters they were, full of
the boyish spirit which the major still
held, Notwithstanding his acknowl-
edged IS, years, When he had quite
he drew from his pocket an
Important looking paper. 'N
"Mlss Mitchell, have a very par
ticular matter | wish to speak about |
No, you needn't take my words down
IN paper-Im. not. debating, The fac.
81 am-thinking ot-well, giving you
he chance OF debating some to me, II
foa lthihk proper" 'i'a. = ~ = II
"Why-what do you mean, Mr.. Ehsr
bourne" she asked, her large. heavy
ashad eyes looking the utmost won
Ter.
Its a very simple natter Miss
least used to think II
vas when l observed the symptoms In
,ther folks. But-don't look at me
Ike thst--yOu might pretend you are
aking notes; some one will see and
Wonder what we are talking about,
"Oh, II It's anything-improper. you
nustn't say 1t, Mr.. Ebsbourne." She
vas plainly agitated.
mot the very least improper, little
me, but the most natural thing that
yer occurred to me in all my wild,
life. No, listen calmly;
I what | say is not pleasing you,
will stop, and we will not talk about
t any more. love you. Don't start
o, Miss Mitchell. l have loved you
yer since the first time you looked
I me with those clear, liquid, honest,
Iure eyes Of yours. have read in
heir depths more than / ever discov-
red in my wsnderings over two CONT
ents. l will not bewilder you BY try
ng TO tell you all I feel; for in 90
oIng / would only bewilder myself. I
rant TO give you Just the idea and I
AVE you to think II over and get used
, H. I can't help loving you, any
lore than I could help breathing or
wing ~ didn't breathe" {
"Why-Mr. Ebsbourne," she replied,
| don't think / care for you In any
Iay like that"
Il didn't expect you TO. little one.
nj you can give me q little hops,
nj youi You don't dislike me, do
,uf-
4 think you are very kind"
THAT'S enough that's enough =
ont need to say another word. IN