The Newark journal., 1906-10-19

cried Bond, with short. vexed laugh
Walden volunteered no information
whatsoever concerning his move
menes.
This is one of Phrygia,s wbims and
I'm hanged if she shalt make fool OF
me, fumed Harry Il shall take the
next train back to town"
Which he did.
Miss Dean is forever playing some
trick upon her unfortunate admirers
Dan Courtney remarked feelinslv n
Mr. Walden.
The latter smiled.
II love Phrygia," said he, but would
win her only if she loved me in return.
intend that she shall ask me 70 Sweet
brlar Farm a second time"
Then 81 alone to Sweet Briar?"
SO be it
And your"
Forget that | exist"
DO you go back to town with Har-
ry?'
No matter You have your chance;
take 1t. It is all that concerns you"
And they parted.
DoYedale was small and primitive
village, Boosting of no vehicle except
a Wheelbarrow and donkey cart. Con-
sequently Dan Courtney, on taking
leave CT his rival, set forth ON foot in
the direction of Sweet Briar Farm.
Courtney encountered few folk on his
pleasant road to the farm. couple
OF farmers rosy-cheeked child and
an old woman were chiefly those who
crossed his path. The old men bade
him GOOD evening; the little girl smiled
at him, and the old woman as she
| passed let fall with clatter the
bundle of sticks she had been gather
ing in the wood. She was very bent.
very gay, and very wrinkled; her face
encircled in a big rusty black poke
bonnet. She was mutteriag and moan
ing strange things to herself as Dan
Courtney passed her by.
But as her mutterings grew more We
hement. hes halted, threw her coin
and s. passed on again.
Had he glanced round at the old
withered poke-bonneted woman, he
would have seen that tear had glis-
tened IN her eye.
I am very tired, she mumbled,
and the bundle is so heavy"
Permit me to carry It for you" said
voice, some minutes later in her ear
Walden, flor it was he, stopped and
Notwithstanding her protestations,
raised the bundle to his shoulder.
/ ssX4rbepo do 1ro,, live ar1.o1 Weldon
keeping pace with her feeble steps.
Near the wood" came the high
pitched. sing-song rel, Near the
wood
You are too old to work
Bread must be baked and fires must
be made"
DO you live alone?"
Granddaughter Mary lives with me
now.
Granddaughter Mary ought to as
sist you 10 gather the fuel for your
fire
Mays young and goes a-sweet-
heartin."
when you were young did you go a.
sweetheartin' ?"
she nOQded assent ana noDDled more
/ briskly forward.
SHOW me where your home is" he
said Il should like to inform your
granddaughter Mary that it would be
more profitable to her if she cared less
for her sweetheart and more for her
/ grandmother
"'Twould be little use" quoth the
Grandmother She's young and it's but
nat'ral."
Natural to be though6ess?" queried
the prince Have you ever been out
of Dovedale?"
She shook her head.
Then Dovedale is your world" He
drew long, long breath, as though
the idea was sitting.
-Four walls and bread to eat, hus-
band, ard children TO rear" cried she.
What more do a woman wantg'
And you have been happy?"
Never SO happy as now!' exclaimed
clear, ringing voice, and before Wal
don could recover from his astonish-
ment the old dame, with truly mar
reous agility, had vanished-whither
- could not say.
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