Montour American. (Danville, Pa.) 1866-1920, 1907-11-07

possible that she had been going pas.
the farm every morning while he was
at breakfast and without his knowl-
edge 1t seemed now as though he
could feel her presence through stons
walls. Never having been In love
before, he was swinging the length of
Cupid's pendulum, and he exerted him
self to be entertaining. 30 well did
he succeed that when he reached the
gate of Glen farm, all to soon, Miss
Semple agreed to 60 for a walk in the
afternoon.
Fabian went into the house with
her that Kerr, whom he had met the
year bef, e, might complete the intro
ducton more formally, and even
smiled when Kerr introduced him as
"the human time table," with laugh
Ing dissertation upon the exactuess Of
his habits.
The rest of Fabian's morning sched-
ule was completely upset, though he
returned to Brook farm and there
was nothing to interrupt the even
tenor Of his routine save his thoughts
He could only pace the piazza and
think that Marcia Semple was to walk
with him that afternoon. The hours
dragged interminably. but at last he
could with decency present himself.
and together they started for the falls.
How much time have we2 said
Marcia as they started out. ''Mr. Kerr
warned me that you had probably al
lotted n certain time to our walk and
that this must not be exceeded"
Kerr" said Fabian viciously, "suf-
fers from softening of the brain. We
are going to make this walk just as
long as we possibly can"
Marcia laughed her ripping laugh
that seemed to Fabian the most divine
music he had ever heard, but she re-
turned to the subject again when they
had reached the falls and were sitting
on the messy bank for a rest.
Impulse is better than system" she
declared. Now, suppose that you had
not followed impulse, but had gone
in to breakfast. / should not have
known you and should have lost de-
lightful walk"
The argument is most potent" he
said gravely. "Behold in me a back
slider from system"
Time will tell" she declared. 1--WE
shall see.'
But time told strongly in Fabian's
favor. To hasten the cure he went to
an opposite extreme. Instead of the
most regular life he led the most er-
ratio existence, aided and abetted by
Marcia The day before his return to
town she declared his cure complete.
"You have not done n single thing
today at the time you usually do It,"
she declared as they leaned over the
bridge that spanned the tiny stream
and let their eyes feast upon the moon
lit landscape You did not even have
dinner"
"Yes, the cure is complete" he said.
"I think l rather like doing what |
want to do instead of following q we'll
ordered plan. But you have got me
into worse trouble"
Marcia did not answer. Her eyes fol
lowed the ripple of moonlight across
the water, and the hand that rested
upon the railing gripped the wood
more tightly.
"You should ask what the trouble
is" he said after moment. Then ]
should tell you that instead of sched-
ule the most important thing in life Is
you. You have lifted me out of my
humdrum existence into the new world
of love- dear. Is there hope that some
day my love will be returnedf"
II think | had better say yes she
said, with happy little laugh. 1T
will insure the permanency of the
cure"
"And do you love me a littlef" he
asked humbly.
A soft little hand stole into his.
"Dick, dear" she said softly, ''why
else should have worked so for your
cure?"