The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1907-10-17


The house was very eny that winter
with guestx coming and going. ard
Juliet came 10 rely on John Faxon Az
most as mucE ns lier letber did. Hs
was always ready 20 smooth away %
stacles, 10 make the most Of dimcuI'
situations. He was courteous. clever
and reserved.
Tho governors daughter was sur
rounded By siltorg. Size was the belle
OF eycryfdnncc and dinner and driving
party; but, though rinior engaged hef
first to this one and then to that, she
made no Sign
"When do you intend to give away
that cool young heart OF y0urs?' her
father questioned. "Ard to whomT
ITO the right man at the right time
answered Juliet sercnely and trippe1
away to see the fornl decorations Of
the dinner table. for she was enter
tanning a large hougc party, and It was
not her custom to leave the details To-
servants. She was the last to retire
that evening, ard as she stood IN the
great hail at the foot OF the wide stair.
case John Faxon III her candle for her.
Then be fingered. watching her as siit
went UP the stairs, the candles glow
making d soft halo for the pale gold
OF her hair and the delicate beauty Of
her face. Halfway up she paused and
looked over the balusters. Her lips
were smiling her eyes dazzIlngly ten
der.
"Good night" said Faxon, half be-
meath his breath, still watching her.
"John Faxon,' she said quietly,
haven't You anything else to say 70
meT
His face showed a battle between
pride and love. and pride assumed the
mastery. He shook bis head.
"NothIng clye." he answered coldly,
but the look Of alteration that he gave
her haunted her dreams that night and
for many nights after.
Outwardly their life went on exactly
the same. Faxon neither sought nor
avoided her Both went quietly about
their duties. The incident that had 10
stirred them seemed utterly forgotten.
Winter melted into spring, and late
one evening Juliet came In from long
ramble In her garden. The essence Of
the flowers seemed still to cling to her,
dcwy and fresh and ineffable. Moon
light strcamed In the windows Of the
great hall as she entered II. She went
to the quaint mahogany table for her
silver candlestick and was aware Of
John Faxon standing In the shadow
Mutely she held out the candle toward
him. and he essayed to light 1t for her.
His hand trembled, and three matches
went out before he could accomplish II.
He was very pale. but the governors
daughter was quite cool and undis-
mayed.
'sThank you" she said az he handed
| 1t to her She looked adorable in the
half light.
"Good night" said John Faxon. bow
Ing.
Juliet paused.
"Have you nothing else 10 say ia
me2" she asked him.
Nothing else" John answered: he
spoke with difficulty.
Juliet dimpIed bewitchingiy, etdown
the candlestick and leaned toward him.
'Don't you think it's time ron hadY'
she queried, laughing.
"Juliet' be cried. '.you know that !
worship you-that I adore you'll And
you know. too. what has held me silent
oil this time have nothing on earth
to offer You but poor mans love"
rs love so cheap a thing that you
speak Of 1t bitterly?" said Juliet Ar
lington. "And as for poverty--your
life Is not lived yet, John Faxon. MY
grandfather was governor, my father
Is . governor, and unless ] am the first
Arlington woman to be mistaken In a
man my husband win some day be a
governor too"
with your help. Juliet laughed
Faxon brokenly. She was In his arms
now. her head against his breast.
"Bless me- what's thisY' cried her
father, entering and peerlng through
the gloom.
1T MEANS" flashed Juliet before
Faxon could speak-'lt means that a
candidate for my heart has been elect
ed after Z most exciting campaign"
"The right man at the right time"