The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1907-07-04
The New Owner

wen, whispered Marion IN ,ro De-, |
guess 1t doesn't make any differ.r,,
II we ala have to wear silk gowns
that you washed, turned. mended and
MADE over Guess what lust heard
what did you just hear?" asked
why proceeded Marion delieht.
ediy, Il was standing over bv tbo.,.
terms minute ago, and just round the
corner | heard Mrs. Lewis saw to
CIaudie Brooks: ] don't see how tho
Harcourt girls manage to dress 60
we'll and Clauda-spiteful old tbing
said: i think they ought IN he
ashamed; everybody knows they can,,
aHord it, But Just then that grand
looking Mr.. Maxwell came over IN
them, and it wasn't two minutes be
iore heard him ask who that strikin,
girl with the red rose I'm her hair
was. That was you. Eleanor Now
aren't you fattered?"
"Dreadfully," answered nArv.
thing more?"
Yes indeed whispered Marion
me best of it all was that he asked
right away if you We're one of the
ilarcourts who had owned the old
place up town. and he asked her
Oh, look"
Marion's volubility was checked at
TINS point by the appearance of the
already mentioned Mr. Maxwell with
our two hostesses on his arm. He
was a grave, handsome man. about
10, l thought and after Mrs. Lewis
mad presented him he sat down he
side me- He had talked about good
many things and had almost wearied
oil my monosyllabic replies, | fancy
when he finally brought up Harcourt
and | proceeded to astonish him by
forgetting that we were strangers. and
telling him the most ridiculous things
with characteristic recklessness.
told him how we, Marion and |. went
round about way to avoid passing
the dear old place and how. when
there was no way out of it. we went
by with our heads turned away be
cause we loved 1t So | told him we
'''b pN'i bVlh Nbtlt' anu lIdl every
! big room and every dingy panel
brought up memory that we loved.
And it was not until Marion came for
me to go home that | realized that he
had listened to me silently for about
an hour
In the weeks following he came
| frequently and we met at several
| places | got to thinking good
deal about him and to liking him
very much. There was only one
thing to dampen our pleasure. One
| day the news came to us that Mr.. Crit
| fin, who held mortgage upon Har-
court, had sold it to strangers, and
| Marion and told ourselves that from
that time our claim upon it would be
| only that of any other outsiders, who
| might look at its dear old walls ant
| pass il by. AS | say. this darkenec
| our lives little, but there were
still Mr.. MaXwells visits to look for
ward to, so it was worth while exist
| ing. But one evening when he called
| he said: Miss Eleanor | am going
away tomorrow and want you to dc
something for me. VIII you?"
II don't know" ! answered in 4;
| low voice. Somehow | couldn't fol
the life of me manage anything else
But he didn't seem to notice that
said nothing about regretting his go
| ing away. He simply asked me If
would go down to Harcourt with him
| was too miserable to resist, and W.
went.
When we went up to the long hal
above and found that some impa
tient person had removed our few
remaining pieces of old furniture ant
had hung new paintings there owe
crimson hangings, | felt | couldn'
stand any more. What does thi
mean?' ! cried.
THE purchaser hopes to live here
explained Mr.. Maxwell, and he Is get
ting ready for occupancy"
Here, | suppose. the poor man wa
bewildered enough, for | had restrain
ed myself as long as | could, an
l rushed to the one place where tn
hated crimson did not cover the par
els. laid my head against their friene
" support and burst out crying,
ooh. why did you bring me here?
said II can't stand everything.
would rather have the old place burr
ed to the ground with only the poo
old chimney left TO show where
stood. than to see 1t fitted with IN
most beautiful things in the world b
strangers. Everything | care aoou
turns out wrong" ! concluded VIII
a Sgn. 81 am losing my home an
now you ,o
II stopped, frozen with horro
What had said! But Norman Ma
well suddenly put me into the Winuo
seat and sat down beside me. u
eanor look at me- he said. But l a
solutely couldn't lift my head SO :
nut his hand under my reluctant en- en-
and turned my face toward MIN Z
aanor" he went on, don't you kno
I've loved you all the time ana th "a,
, 7 was going away with the heartach