The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1906-11-14

H1er exchange of courtesies. Yet even
as this crossed her mind her motor
came to a sudden iGrrlng stop. Both
abe and WiIlougii,,~ sllglfeCL
sIt's the asDi=atseu pire-+ he said
hying TO keep note OF nir-tll from his
voice. @rH have to hare another Try
NJ my macnIne. rer=sups Dy TINS rErle
its changed it, mind There, you seer
and his car began putting with an
aIacrity which might have awakened
OIiyia's suspicious, but she had no
chance to analyze her emotions.
'4Ifs a good thing my machine Is COW
cred" he went on, for we are going 70
have a bit OF = storm He snatched
IN his dust colored coat and held it out
Tor her. ''Tm sorry IT'S so cumber-
some.' he said, smiling. Though at
least IT'S protoction-"
olivia was lost In the folds OF It. and
the wind whipped her veil out banner
Ike and She stepped into WilloughbyS
car. The storm had broken on them,
and the rain drove blindIngly In their
faces trees, delds and road seemed
bIotted out. The rain was still coming
down In torrents as the two machines
spurted MP the gravel driveway under
the Foresters' porte cochere. and VIII
IouEhly opened the door for Olivia as II
it was an everyday occurrence. though
none of his family had set foot within
the Forester grounds In lifetime
olivia. disheveled and breathless
stood dripping in the hall. while her
father in IA passion of resentment listen
ed TO the story of her afternoons nd
venture And in the house across the
way young WillouShby mused with an
unlighted pipe between his lips. Nhat
would she have thought" he murmured'
mi q
of my bully old motor was nothing but
4 rrSe from start to hnish2 But ans
fair in love and motoring.
Rut the barriers of the feud were
down. and between Olivia and VIII
IouGIlhy acquaintance deenened into
intimacy. They took long rides through
fba country. the two machines whirl-
ing along side by side. i've never had
a chauffeur" said Olivia on one OF
these occasions
..But you should Willoughby whlm-
ssicalIy protested. II know of some one
who's longing for the place"
.sVVhy, what began olivia and then
stopped. The look In wflloughby's eyes
was not one Of banter.
..Pm not worthy of IT." he went on,
.sbut still dare to ask. And II you'll
saw yes III do my best to steer
straight and well and guard you to the
end of the journey. Will you trust me,
OIivia?'
Always" she answered, and from
tbs, autumn slope of the hill down
which they rode it seemed as II the
whole world lay golden before them.
But their dream was destined to end
with startling abruptness when WI
louEhby wrote to her father, Tor II
gave the old gentleman grim salts
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ton. He cherished the feud because It
belonged to1he old order Of things, and
for him custom was not easily uproot-
ed. To Olivia's many entreaties be
made the same obdurate answers But
tbere was in her II spark OF the same
,1nouenchable fire that burr ed In him,
ana his determination fant ed its en-
llers to blaze as she went quietly on
with her preparations-prep OF
which no one knew save Willoughby
and Mr.. MacWurter. the village jus
tice. who had known Olivia since child
hood.
This is romanticaIly old fashioned
enough to suit even your father" de
cInred wiIlOughby as they sped through
the mooullt night on their way to the
S:l5 train.
OuvIa's answer was clutch on his
arm. l4lSlGus sue GElGns W 40 ~
fne. followed. It's father-in my ma
chine-with Murray. the groom"
WiIloughby's chauffeur put on full
speed, and the waiting AIacWurter was
caught up with cyclOnIc rapIdity. The
car was still plungIng forward at
terrific rate as he tolted out the words
of the hurried ceremony. 1t P-as
race, for love and the auto won-barely
won: they had not reached the village
station before the other machine came
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
filed him with a 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
glow. His eyes sparkIed. To Olivia's
startled guze he looked strangely
young. OF the torrent of denunciation
that the runaway pair had expected
there was none.
You young FOOLS" said Chiffon For
ester PLEASANTLY, you young fOols!"
And then, leaning toward his son-in-
law. he Inquired with passionate Inter
est, what is the make Of your ma
chineg''
Thus ended the Forester feud.