Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1907-10-23

niece, then her gaze wandered out to
the garden and the village street be-
yond.
Ills wife's been dead two years
last May" she ruminated, IAN Mrs.
Mixter's mighty sharp woman, but
she don't get ahead of Jane Splint!"
1t was with a satisfied smile that
she opened the small gate to admit
DR.. Garde into the old-fashioned gar
den surrounding her house a few
hours later
"Hester's gone to see little Ruth
Gilmore" she explained, "but sit
right down. You look tired"
Felix Garde dropped into the quaint
garden-seat YEARLY, and, holding his
hat in his hand, let the cool breeze
play across his forehead His eyes
How sweet it is here" he said.
Mrs. Splint looked at him keenly.
Then she made bold move.
Il should think you're gettin'
about tired of Twin Alone" she re-
marked.
The doctor glanced at her quickly,
but she met his gaze without finch
ing
What do you mean?" he asked.
What I say; you'd be happier if
you could make up your mind to
marry again.
The man sighed.
You knew Madeline, Mrs. Splint,"
he said at last, land you know that
my heart died with her.
Mrs. Splint gave vent to an internal
"Humph!" Aloud she said nothing.
1T would not be right" he said
slowly
What would not?"
Suddenly he faced her.
would it be right? You are a
woman; tell me, would I be justified
in marrying when there is so little /
could give in return for any woman's
companionship?"
Mrs. Splint looked at him steadily.
She wished he could see what was in
her mind without her telling him.
He sat very still for a while and
Jane Splint, being wise woman, did
not interrupt his thoughts. At length
he rose and put his hat firmly on his
head
II think 1 will go and bring Hester
home" he said.
When Hester Maxwell entered her
ahnt's sitting-room an hour later
| there was a glorified look in her eyes
which lent a strange beauty to he1
| face.
Aunt Jane" she said quietly, Il am
engaged to be married to DR.. Garde."
For the lands sake!" Mrs. Splint'
knitting dropped in her lap and sew
eral stitches slipped. She had not ex
| pected this so soon.
Say you are glad, aunt"
Indeed l am" that lady replied
truthfully, while she gently stroked
her niece's soft hair.
The engagement was q short one
If she missed anything In his manner
during their engagement or the early
months of their married life, no one
not even the doctor himself, evel
knew it. And so the weeks Slipped
away and winter drew near.
It was late in December. Hester
( sat alone in her small neat sitting
room with some soft, white stuff or
her lap, but she was not sewing. She
was thinking of her husband, and o.
the fact that, though she had been his
wife nearly half year, she had never
yet heard the words of love from his
! lips which should have been uttered
before he asked her to share his life.
She rose with an unconscious sigt
and went to the front door, for some
one had turned in at the gate, ant
though she tried to greet her visito,
cordially, Nettie Mixter's presence
| just at that time grated on her.
Come right in and lay off you,
things" she said.
Nettie stepped into the warm sit
ting-room, where large stove gave
out genial glow, her small eyes tax
ing in the details of the room with {
quick, envious glance.
my! but you're gettin' quite fixec
up," she remarked tartly.
Hester drew chair nearer thu
stove for her visitor, and resumed hel
own seat by the window.
You're gettin' ready for summer
pretty early, amt you?" Nettie sale
presently. "That lawn waist?"
mo" The color rushed into Hes
ter's face.
I'm most forgettin' what I come
for" her visitor resumed; mamma
wants to know If the doctor couli
step round and see her tomorrow;
she's got that pain under her shoulde,
again."
I'm sorry to hear that; I'll tell
him." Hester said.
"Oh, say, Miss Hunter was in tc
see us yesterday, and most died
hearin' her tell nav about Mrs
Splint's tellin' her what q time she
had gettin' the doctor up to the
scratch"
Hester gave her a puzzled look. The
small, dark eyes encountered herr
with vindictive CLEAN.
Mrs. Splint said he never'd have
got to the proposin' point If she