Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1907-10-04
BY RFFIE A. ROWLANDS

fingered much lOAEer tAaa the prOverbIal
nine days.
A month passed away, and q curious
month 1t was to Audrey. Every day she
sat with her mother studying Preach
and Italian, and having her first lessons
en- the plane and in singing. Audrey
lived in her dreams and In her studies.
she was SO strangely, incompreheAsibly
happy. To define her condition Of mind
would be an impessibility. 1t seemed to
her as though some fairy had suddenly
touched her with wand, and everything
about her had changed to this delightful
existence. In q dim, misty sort of way,
she recognized that she had become a
grand lady, but that was not by any
means a certainty.
She wrote often to Jean ThWait and
reiterated her VOWS of never-eRding lOve,
but somehow jeans letters panied her
and left q sort of discomfort.
Jean, in fact, was alarmed at all that
had happened to her whilom friend, and
now that Audrey was grand married
lady she was separated from her humble
cAildhOod's companion by social chasm
they could never bridge over; therefore
Jean wrote timidly and with much con-
straint, and both girls sighed ever the
simple yet strong friendship which had
lived and new was ended.
March having come in like q lamb,
was going cut in the NEST approved leon
inc fashion. How the wind blew, and
how dreary the gray skies looked above
the tossing trees.
1--WE shall have a fall of snow, depend
upon it that is what is coming" declar-
ed DR.. Sentance. Take my advice, Lord
John, fold yourself up in as many rugs
as you can find, and Ace away south to
the sun and the warm breezes."
Where ought l to gO2" he asked,
YEARLY.
well, think Florence would be an
excellent spot. Suit both her ladyship
and yourself"
IL am quite sure that Aud-my wife
will never consent to this arrangement"
Pray, why notP'
"She-Oh, well, hang it all, doctor, look
how she neglects me- l might be dead
! and buried and she wouldn't care She
has never been near me for a month
never since was SO bad u
ut strikes me that you are a very
foolish young man, Lord John, if yOu
imagine your young wife doesn't care
anything about you, AID as to her net
coming to see you, wen, l think If you
reflect a little you will agree with me
that 50 young a girl is apt to be shy and
modest. Modesty is SO rare nowadays,
nay lord, would not try to do without it
If were YOU
The young mans cheeks were quite
healthy in color.
II dare say am a fool, but l have
been worrying myself that, perhaps, Au-
drey had married me only out of pity,
when she thought / was dying and"
And lot more nonsense Of the same
sort, of course" broke in the old doctor,
cheerily, his eyes twinkling as he spoke.
You don't seem to realize, my lord,
that you are the hero Of a romance. 1t
is not every one who can boast of such
a marriage as yours, but, though romance
has its pleasant points, it also has its
disagreeable ones, and unless l am very
much mistaken, that sweet little maiden
will be ever so much happier when she
is rescued from the curious and carried
away for time by her husband"
Jack Glendurwood nearly shook DR..
Sentance's hand of.
what an idiot l amp he exclaimed.
Most lovers are" was the dry reply.
''And you will take my advice about this
foreign tripT
II win 60 and find my-my wife this
very moment, and if she agrees we will
start at Once."