Troy weekly news. (Troy, Idaho) 1897-1933, 1907-02-15

"a pSCiHulys anu uSeu II lOI the puipoSt.
well, am glad you're in it. Good
day"
Mr.. Baumgarten paid his first visit to
Avon House on the following day. Lady
Grace was alone in the room when he
entered. Her countenance flushed Grim
son, and then grew deadly pale.
Mr.. Baumgarten took her hand, almost
in compassion; he thought she must be
i'll. What has been the matter?" he in
CURED.
THE matter Nothing" and she grew
crimson again. us your visit to mamma?
Do 7ou wish to see herr"
# am here by appointment with Lady
Avon"
The countess came into the room, and
Grace found that his visits were to be
frequent.
From that day they saw great deal
Of each other. Lady Grace strove to arm
herself against him; she called up pride,
anger and many other adjuncts, false as
they were vain, for the heart is ever true
to itself, and will be heard. 1t ended in
her struggling no longer; in her giving
herself up, once more, to the bliss Of low
ing him unchecked.
Did he give himself up to the same, by
way Of reciprocity Not of loving her
no, it had not come to 1t; but he did
yield to the charm of liking her, of find
ing pleasure in her society, of wishing to
be more frequently at Avon House.
The Hon. and Rev. Wilfred Elliotsen,
claiming a dead earl for father and
live earl for brother, was not, Of course,
light whose beams could be hid under
bushel, more particularly as the live
earl was in the cabinet. 1t therefore sur
prised no one that when the excellent old
Bishop of Barkaway was gathered to his
fathers and lucky canon, who held one
of the best livings In the kingdom, was
promoted to his inter, Mr.. Elliotsen
should step Into the canon's shoes, rich
living and all. This left Great Wilton
vacant. As luck, or the opposite, chanc-
ed to have it, Lord Avon was on a few
days visit to his mother when Mr.. FL
liotsen received his appointment.
Don't put such another as Elliotsen
into Great Wilton, Henry" observed the
countess to her son, cor we shall have
the parish In rebellion"
He has not succeeded in pleasing his
flock yet, then2" remarked his lordship.
Give it to Mr.. Baumgarten. He is a
deserving man, Henry; he will restore
peace to the parish, and as a preacher
few excel him."
Lord Avon laughed little as he sat
down to face the sofa.
why, mother, Baumgarten Is the very
man L had in my own mind. I thought
by your preamble you must have Axed on
some one else. l would rather he had 1t
than any other person In the world. I
can tell you that the smart the last con-
tretemps brought me fingers yet. Let it
be Baumgarten; we owe him a recon-
pense."
And that very day the earl, afraid, pos
sibly, of fresh interference, personally of
fered Great Whitton to Mr.. Baumgar-
ten, and shook hands on its acceptance.
That same evening Mr.. Baumgarten
presented himself at Avon House. Grace
Carmel was standing amid the rose trees
she liked to linger in the open air at the
dusk hour, to watch the stars come out,
and to think of him. But that she wore
white dress, he might not have distin-
guished her in the fading twilight. He
left the open path to join her.
1T is late visit, Lady Grace, which
| must apologize for; 1 was called out to
sick friend as L was starting, and de-
tanned an hour" he said but could
not resist coming to say a word of graft
tude to Lord Avon"
your visit will not accomplish It's OBJ
| ject, Mr.. Baumgarten, for my brother is
gone He left before doinner upon some
matter of urgent business in town. Nam
ma says she is very glad that you will be
nearer to u.s."
Perhaps 1 have to thank you for this
as much as Lord Avon" he said.
mo; no, indeed; it was mamma who
spoke to Henry; or he to her; they ar
ranged it between them. IL"
WHAT" he whispered.
Il did not speak to him." she eontin-
ued, filling up the pause of hesitation
THAT is all was going to say"
But Mr.. Baumgarten did not fail to de-
tect how agitated she was. Her trembling
hands were busy with the rose trees
though she could scarcely distinguish
buds from leaves. Mr.. Baumgarten took
one hand, and placing 1t within his owl
arm. bent down his face until it was or
level with hers. Grace" he whispered
have we misunderstood each other?"
She could not speak, but her lips turn.
ed white with her emotion. 1t was the
| hour of bliss she had so long dreamed of
"Grace," he continued, in tone of i'm
FASHIONED tenderness, have we loved each
other through the past, and did mistak,
my feelingsf Oh, Grace, my best-beloved
forgive mel Forgive my folly and my
blindness ~
With a plaintive cry of satisfied yearn
ing, such as may escape from one who
suddenly nnds a long -sought-for resting
place, Grace Carmel turned to his EN-
brace. He held her to him; he covered
her face with impassioned kisses, as he
had once covered Edith Danes; he wills