St. Tammany farmer., 1906-03-17

C0pl1. deapSsA0Q ne8pS OF times
lately he's looked at me from the
heads of sofas, and over peoples
shoulders, only to shake his head, and
wag an arrow up and down as
though it were q signaling flag. But
tonight he means business. He knows
something happened outside some
where when I missed Aubrey, and
he's going to shoot. | told you SO!
There he is, dangling his legs on the
edge of the opposite box. He's string
ing his bow at me, and aiming. Shall
I run? =. Oh. Pam, OH"
Pamela caught hec sister as she was
falling. A stir of fright passed over
the hex.
MY dear, you're i'll. I'm sure you're
ill.,
you're quite right. Pammy, dar.
ling" said Margaret, II am. I've done
too much. I'm sick Of it all. Take
me away. IL really believe I'm rath-
er unwell. But the arrow went
straight through my heart, Pam" :
At the door Of the box she turned
to her sympathetic deyotees, who
were following her out. sStay where
you are" she said, please. The poor
people on the stage will think they've
bored US If the box is empty. I'm go
ing home with my dnster. Good night"
In the vestibule, with his hat over
his eyes and his hands in his pockets.
stood Aubrey.
I'm going primrcsing tomorrow,
Maj. Chilham." said Margaret, look
ing up at him. 81 should like you to
come, too. So will you be at Victoria
station in time for the 10:40 train for
Hayward's Heath? l feel must gath
er them, or de-
With his heart humping under a
most excellent kit of tweeds, Chill
ham began to look anxiously about
the station for Margaret Edale at
least three-quarters OF an hour before
the appointed time. With the eager
ness of a boy of "a this man OF 80
put impatient questions which need
ed no answers to patient porters who
gave them, bought large selection OF
the hundred and one weekly papers,
and stood, restraining loud cries OF
impatience, watching the hands OF the
clock.
>. 81 shall have no difficulty in spot
ting her among these people" he
thought. 'sShe will wear one OF
those elaborate hats of hers, which
cost as much as would keep poor
devil of a soldier-man at the seaside
for week; one of those extravagant-
ly simple dresses of hers which ut
like wax, and look as cool as a Gu
cumber: two Of those hideous high
heeled shoes with points like rapiers,
and which make her walk as though
she were on stilts; and. round her
neck network of little chains which
mean nothing, and lead nowhere. And
with all this on, with yards of bell
shaped skirts catching up every dead
leaf and broken twig, she will pick
few daisies, under the impression that
they are primroses. Dash that
clock! Will it never get on? =. !.
BY Jove, now, that's a4charmingly got
up girl, il you like! Straw hat. golf
collar and tie, tailor made short skirt,
and square-toed shooting boots. AS
pretty as picture, by Jove. Seems to
know me, too. Coming straight up.
Why-why, it's"
Margaret shifted a small basket into
her left hand, and held out her right.
"Good morning. she cried. ."For two
pins I believe you would have cut
mel"
He gripped her hand silently, and
led the way to a carriage. Silently
he watched her over his paper as the
train took them through the suburbs
out into the open country. Silently
she let him watch, and sat looking
into the future, into the foreground
of which she knew the train was to
take her.
The sun fell Hospitality upon Chill
ham and Margaret Edale as they
dismounted from the carriage.
They followed the path, which wound
itself. adderwise, through the fields
into the narrow, deep-rutted road lead
ing to the woods, in silence still.
Chilham watched Margaret's ever
changing expressions Of delight and
pleasure with a kind of fierce joy.
When. after some hours, she chose
dell among the woods, and sat down
to spread the primitive lunch upon the
stump OF q tree, quiet and . little tired,
his exhilaration evaporated, and he
glared down at her as though he owed
her grudge.
"Sardine sandwiches, chicken sand
wicnes, buns, sponge cakes, milk in a
bottle, and chocolate walnuts." she
said. smiling up at him, in proud,
proprietary way. Don't speak all to-
gether. please"
eChilham did not answer her question
for good 80 seconds. Then he said,
grufly: Look here, what in the name
of goodness made you bring me here
today"
Margaret laughed.
"It.s no laughing matter for me"
he said. II call it hideously unkind.
You know well enough how it is with
me. rye loved you with the whole
strength OF my FOOLS heart for months
It's subtle torture to see you like this,
and have you all to myself for hours,
after having got into the habit Of put
ting IN with the crumbs from other
men'e tables. II asked you to marry
me-and am mad idiot enough to wish