Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1907-02-15

e4pSctedAys ana used IL Tor the purpose,
well, l am glad you're in 1t. Good
day"
Mr.. BaumgaFten paid his irst visit to
Avon House on the following day. Lady
Grace was alone In the room when he
entered. Her eountenance flushed Grim
son, and then grew deadly pale.
Mr.. BaumsaFten took her hand, almost
In compassion; he thought she must be
III. What has been the matterf" he in
qulred.
"The matter Nothing" and she grew
crimson again. lis your visit to mamma?
Do you wish to see her?'
Il 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 a 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.
DA0 AS BANS HAu1hCAI up 10 the same, DY
way OF reciprocity Not of loving her;
no, 1t had not come to 1t; but he did
yield to the charm of liking her, Of hnd-
tng pleasure in her society, of wishing to
be more frequently at Avon House.
The Hon. and Rev. Wilfred Elliotsen,
claiming a dead earl for a father and
live earl for brother, was not, of course,
a Hight whose beams could be hid under
a bushel, more particularly as the live
earl was in the cabinet. It therefore sur
pEised 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 miteE, Mr.. Elliotsen
should step into the eanon's shoes. rich
living and all. This left Great Wilton
vacant. AS luck, or the opposite. chanc-
cd to have II, Lord Avon was on A few
dayS' visit to his mother when Mr.. RI
liotsOn received his appointment.
D0nt put such another as Elliotssn
into Great Wilton, Henry" observed the
countess to her son, "or we shall have
the parish In rebellion"
he has not succeeded In pleasing his
neck yet, thsn" remarked bis lordship
Give It TO Mr.. BRumsarten. He IL
Deserving man, Henry; he will restore
peace TO the parish, and as a preacher
foW excel him"
L0rd Avon laughed a little a. he sat
down to face the sofa.
Why, mother, BaumGartsn Ia tia vary
man had In my own mind. / thOuent
BY your PREAMBLE you must have fixed on
some enc else. / would rather he had Il
than any other person IN the world.
can tell you that the smart the last con-
trstemps brought me Fingers vet. Lat n
be sApmgarten We owe him 4 recon-
pSn64,o 49,.
And that very day the earl, afraid, pos
oibly, Of fresh interference, personally Of
feTOd Great Wilton 70 Mr.. BaumFar-
ten, and ShOok hands on its acceptance.
That same evening Mr.. Baumg.rten
presented himsslf at Avon House. Grace
Carmel was standing amid the rose trees
she liked to lingSr In the open air at the
dusk hour, to watch the stars come out,
and to think Of him. But that GhS wore
white dFsSa. be might not have distin-
RutsASa her in the fading twiliRht. He
left the open path to join her.
1t h q lats visit, Lady Grace. whk.h
l nuSt Apologies for; We called ont 10
a Sbek friend - Wa starting. and d.
tGlRed an hOuS," b said; but eOuh
not raSist coming 70 say a word q >9raAI-
tHdS 20 Lord Avon"
Your visit will not accomplish NJ Oh
tSet Mr.. BaumgaFton, for my brother Il
gone. He left before doinneF upon soma
matter Of urgent business in town. Nam
ma Says IAS is VSEy glad that Tou will Be-
nearer 70 as"
Perhaps have to thank you for thls,
~ much az Lord Avon" be said.
No; NO, indeed It was mamma Who
spoke to Henry; or he to her; they ar
ranged X between them. Is
"WhAtT be whispered.
Il did not speak to him." she eontin-
usd, filing 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 own
arm, bent down his face until 1t was on
level with hers. "Grace," he whispered,
have We misunderstood each otherf"
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 a tone Of i'm
FASHIONED tenderness, have we loved each
other through the past, and did mistake
my teelings2 Oh, Grace, my best-beloved,
forgive me- Forgive my folly and my
blindness %
With a plaintive cry of satisfied yearn-
ing, such as may escape from one who
suddenly finds a lOng-sought-for resting
place, Grace Carmel turned to his en-
brace. He held her to him; he covered
her face with imprisoned kisses, as he
had once covered Edith Danes; he whis-