Troy weekly news. (Troy, Idaho) 1897-1933, 1907-10-04
CHAPTER XIV.

CHAPTER XIV.
The excitement and gossip about Lord
John Glendurwood's romantic marriage
fingered much longer than the proyerbial
nine days.
A month passed away, and a curious
month it was to Audrey. Every day she
sat with her mother studying French
and Italian, and having her first lessons
on the piano and in singing. Audrey
lived in her dreams and in her studies
She was 50 strangely, incomprehensibly
happy. To define her condition of mind
would be an impossibility. 1t seemed to
her as though come fairy had suddenly
touched her with a wand, and everything
about her had changed to this delightful
existence. In a 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-ending love,
but somehow Jeans letters panied her
and left a sort of discomfort.
Jean, "a fact, was alarmed at all that
he'd happened To her whilom friend, and
now that Audrey was a grand married
lady she was separated from her humble
childhood's companion by a social chasm
they could never bridge over, therefore
Jean wrote timidly and with much con-
straint, and both girls sighed over the
simple yet strong friendship which had
lived and now was ended.
March having come in like a lamb,
was going out in the most approved leon
inc fashion. How the wind blew, and
how dreary the gray skies looked above
the tossing trees.
I'VE shall have fall Of snow, depend
upon it that Is what is coming" declar
ed DIR. Sentance. Take my advice, Lord
John, fold yourself up in as many rugs
as you can find, and fee away south to
the sun and the warm breezes."
where ought l to go?" he asked,
YEARLY.
well, 1 think Florence would be an
excellent spot. Suit both her ladyship
and yourself"
II am quite sure that Aud-my wife
will never consent to this arrangement"
Pray, why not?"
"She-oh, well, hang 1t all, doctor, look
how she neglects me l might be dead
has never been near me for a month
never since l was 80 bad p
1T strikes me that you are a very
foolish young man, Lord John, If you
imagine your young wife doesn't care
anything about you, and as to her not
coming to see you, well, l think If you
reflect a little you will agree with me
that so young a girl is apt to be shy and
modest. Modesty is 80 rare nowadays,
my lord, l would not try to do without 1t
If l were your
The young mans cheeks were quite
healthy in color.
II dare say 1 am a fool, but 1 have
been worrying myself that. perhaps Au-
drey had married me only out of pity,
when she thought l 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
marriage as yours, but, though romance
has its pleasant points, 1t also has its
disagreeable ones, and unless / 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 off.
What an idiot 1 am % he exclaimed
Most lovers are" was the dry reply
"And you will take my advice about this
foreign trip?'
II will go and find my-my wife this
very moment, and if she agrees we will
start at once"