Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1907-01-25

"No? It means that you are appolnteo
to Great Wilton"
"How can / ever sufficiently thanh
Lord Avon2" he breathed forth.
Nov, Is not the knowing that worth,
something's" laughed she.
"Oh, Lady Grace It Ii worth "a,
more than anything have to give n "a
turn. Butt is not jest, Is til Gan
II be really true?"
"A jest! Is that liKely? You win BE-
publicly appointed In a day or two, ana
will, of course, hear from my brother.
am not acquainted, myself, with the for
NAL routine Of these things. Mamma Il
rejoicing; she would rather have you here
than any one"
Lady Avon is too kind, be murmured.
abstraetedly.
''And what do yeu think mamma saidf
Shall tell you? Mr.. Baumgarten can
marry now Those were her wordsp
Grace spoke with sweet sauciness Sc
cure in the fact that he could not divine
her feeling for. him-although she beIiev
ed in his love for her. His answer sur
prised her.
Yes, cap marry now he assented.
! still half lost in his own thoughts. II
shall do ,so-soon. have only waited
until some preferment should justify itv
You are a bold man, Mr.. Baumgarten.
to make so sure of the ladys consent
Have you asked herr"
| mo- where was the use, until | could
speak to some purpose? But she has dc.
tected my wishes am sure of that; and
| there Is no coqustry in Edith"
"Edithp almost shrieked Lady Grace
Il beg your pardon; shall not fall"
What have you done? You have hurt
| yourself !"
They had been walking close to the min.
iature rocks, and she had seemed to STUN.
Bile over projecting corner. II gave my
ankle twist. The pain was sharp" she
moaned.
pray lean on me, Lady Grace; pray
let me support you you are as white as
death"
He wound his arms gently round her,
and laid her pallid face upon his shout
der; he thought she was going to faint
For one single moment she yielded to the
fascination of the beloved resting place.
Oh! that 1t could be hers foreverl She
shivered, raised her head, and drew away
from him.
THANK you" she said, family; eths
anguish has passed. l must 20 indoors
now"
| Mr.. Baumgarten, held out his arm. but
! she did not take it. walking alone with
rapid steps toward the house. At the en-.
tr-nce of the glass door she turned to him.
will wish you good evening now"
| he held out his hand, but she did not
appear to see it. She ran in, and he
turned away to depart, thinking she must
be in great pain.
Lady Grace shut herself in the drawing
room. For few moments she rushed
about like one possessed, in her torrent
OF anger. Then she sat down to her writ
ing desk and dashed of a blotted and
nasty note to Lord AVon-which would
just save the post
Give the living to any one you please,
Harry, but not to Ryle Baumgarten; be
stow it where you will, but not to him.
There are reasons why he would be ut
terly unfit for it. Explanations when We
meet"
During this, Mr.. Baumgarten was hast
ening home, the great news surging in
MS brain. Edith was at the gate, but mot
looking for him, of course merely en-
Joylng the air Of the summers night
That's what she said she was doing when
ne came up. He caught her by the waist
and drew her between the trees and be-
gan to kiss her. She cried out, and gazed
at him in wonder
Edith, do you think am mad? Be-
lieve | am-mad with joy, for the time
has come that may ask you to be my
Your wife, she stammered, for in
truth that prospect had seemed farther
off than heaven.
He drew her to him again in the plenti-
tude Of his emotion. Her heart beat wild
ly against his, and he laid her face upon
MS breast, more fondly than he had laid
another's not long before.
You know how have loved you you
must have seen it, though / would not
speak but l could not marry while my
income was so small. 1t would not have
been right, Edith"
If you think so-no."
But, oh, my dearest, 1 may speak
now, Will you be my wifeY'
"But-what has happened? 2" she asked
An, what Promotion has come to
me, my dear one. l am presented to the
living of Great Wilton"
"Of Great Whitton, RyleT'
1T is quite sure. Lord Avon's mother
asked him to give it to me, it seems, and
ne generously complied Edith, viii you
reject me, now have Great WhittonT
She hid her face. She felt him lovingly
stroking her hair. II would not have
rejected you when you had but Litth
Whitton, Ryle."
Yours is not the first fair face which
has been there this night, Edith, he said
in a laughing whisper Il had Lady
Grace's there but an hour ago"
A SILVER seemed to dart through heI
heart. Her jealousy of Lady Grace had
been almost as nnruarf11l nn her live FOL