Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1907-06-07

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murmured -
could think OF no suggestion, ana
silence fell for moment or TWO.
Just think of the unpleasanIhess
of it, Honor" she remarked. nav
had telegram to say ne IS conine
at three o'clock. -,
"And what are you going to 40!
| There was long pause.
II thought of going down 10 see
| Mrs. MaIoneys new baby about tnen'
she said at last.
| half rose to my feet in inolgha'
ton, and then sat down again.
And leave me, l suppose, TO inter
view the victim of your fooi1snness!
CYNTHIA" | said solemnly, i am not
going to do 1T.
"Honor" she said, insinuatingly,
"iust think how horribly unpleasant
1t would be for me to meet MIN, not
having a notion as to which ietIer
put In the post. Whereas you coulo
be as innocent as a lamb, and easily
find out incidentally in conversation,
whether l said Yes or No.
II am not going to help YOU" said,
rising and walking across the graveF
ed terrace to the balustrade.
: 81 am sure you will when you think
of it, Honor, dear" she said entreat-
; ingly. 1T is not much l am asking
. you to do. Just to see Mr.. Peters
t instead of me- Then I shall know
( how to meet him, and shan't be taken
] aback."
!. 1t was close upon three o'clock, and
a servant came to tell me lat Mr.
1 Peters was in the drawing-room, and
3 that Cynthia could not be found.
e AS the interview had been forced
. on me | determined to make the best
of it.
i Cynthia faced me quite placidly on
| her return.
i "Well?" she said interrogatively.
did you see him.
d Yes, saw him." answered
!? curtly
l. And which letter was 1t put in
the mail?"
1; Il have no more notion than you
- have"
N Cynthia opened her eyes.
W You mean to tell me you talked
rs to him for half an hour and couldn't
find out that much! Weren't there
he any symptoms?"
What do you mean by 'symp
N toms?"
= when he came into the room die
a he look jubilant-as if he would like
II to stand on his head? oh did hi
Al look as If he hadn't shaved for ;
vi week, and never meant to shaw
II again? Did you ask him If he wa
II happy?"
Il Mo-" | cried, exasperated, nor di
II ask him If he was good; nor how oil
I he was; nor whether he dyes his hail
nor any other impertinent ques
4 ton"
Then it seems to me it has a
got to be done over again, and we ar
II no further than we were before" sh
Il said dismally. rising from her chat
n and walking to the window.
II Il am afraid you will have to fac
III him yourself the next time, Cynthia
Y replied gently.
III Suppose I were to throw myse
81 on his mercy" she said hopeful
II turning round after a pause-"te
a0 him the whole truth. and say | hs
made a Observation-Disclosures way
was-what do you think he won
say?'
/. He would certainly have nothil
more to do with you." / answered s
Sc yerely.
last Il do wish l knew what l said
nat she murmured Il should feel
an much more settled"
~ Three days passed and there W
lnA no sign of Mr.. Peters. Cynthia's sp
lo' it's began to droop. and | was s,
prised to notice little line of wor
Guy eyebrows.
aEs Then one afternoon found her
The a secluded corner in tears.
~ oh, Honor" she sobbed. givi
,orv way altogether, 81 must have ST
,ing No. Can't you help me anyhc
Honor? You have never failed
thot yet
i'm. But what can | do?" | repli
,air helplessly.
i 10 Go and see him" she said, d
, for perately. Tell him l didn't me
lder- IT, Honor-tnat l mean Yes for
the rest of my life"
cas- | cam 40 lhal' SAID at
ID of but I'll go and persuade him, i
ould can, 10 come ana see you.
l returned some two hours la
rked from my rather distasteful mission
you ma Cynthia by herself in the dr.
/" ing-room. To my surprise her I
tiers, was wreathed In smiles, and
r re- waved square of white paper at
ex- exultantly as l entered the room.
i my "Honor!" she cried. Its the
the ter! l found it in the pocket of
dress | was wearing that day.
ail?" he's just waiting till the end of
pla- week for my answer" | stared
ONES her stupidity.
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