Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1907-01-26


her feeling for him-althouxh she belisv.
ed In his lave for her. His answer sur.
prised her.
Yes, / can marry now" he assented,
still half lost In his own thoughts. II
shall do so--soon. have only waited
until some preferment should Justify it."
You are q bold man, Mr.. Baumsarten,
to make 20 sure OF the lady's consent.
Have you asked herr
No; where was the use, until could
speak to some purposef But she has de-
tscted nay wishes am sure Of that and
there 10 no coquetry In Edith"
EdithY' almost shrieked Lady Grace.
Il beg Jour pardon; shall not fall"
What have you donei You have hurt
YOURSELF -
They had been walking close to the min
iature rocks, and she had seemed to stum-
bic over a projecting corner. II gave my
ankle twist. The pain was sharp" she
moaned.
Pray lean on me, Lady Grace pray
LEI me support you you are as white a.
death"
He wound his arms gently round her,
and laid her pallid face upon his shout
der; he thought she was going to faint.
FOR one single moment she yielded 10 the
fascination of the beloved resting place.
Oh ! that 1t could be hers forever! She
shivered, raised her head, and drew away
from him.
Thank you she said, family: "ths
anguish has passed. must 20 indoors
now"
Mr.. Baumgarten held out his arm, but
she did not take 1t, walking alone with
rapid steps toward the house At the en-
trance of the glass door she turned to him.
Il will wish you good evening now"
He held out his hand, but she did not
appear to see It. She ran in, and he
turned away to depart, thinking she must
bs In great pain.
Lady Grace shut herself in the drawing
room. For a few moments she rushed
about like one possessed, In her torrent
OF anger. Then she sat down to her writ
ing desk and dashed off a blotted and
hasty note to Lord Avon-which would
just save the post.
Give the living to any one you please,
Harry, but not to Ryle Baumgarten be-
stow 1t where you will, but not to him.
There are reasons why he would be ut
terly UNFIT for It. Explanations when we
meet"
During this, Mr.. Baumgarten was hast.
ening home, the great news surging In
his brain. Edith was at the gate, but not
looking for him, of course; merely en-
}oying the air of the summers night.
That's what she said she was doing when
he camc up. He caught her by the waist
and drew her between the trees and be-
gan to kiss her. She cried out, and gazed
at him in wonder.
Edith, do you think l am mad? be-
lieve | am-mad with joy, for the time
has come that l may ask you to be my
wife ~
Your wife," she stammered. for in
truth that prospect had seemed farther
off than heaven.
He drew her to him again in the plenti-
tude of his emotion. Her heart beat wild
ly against his, and he laid her face upon
his breast, more fondly than he had laid
another's not long before.
you know how ] have loved you; you
must have seen 1t, though l would not
speak; but l could not marry while my
Income was 20 small. 1t would not have
been right, Edith"
IF you think so-no."
''But, oh, my dearest, may speak
now. Will you be my wife?"
"But-what has .happened?" she asked. !
"Ah, what! Promotion has come to
me, my dear one. ! am, ,...-y.ented to the /
living Of Great Wilton
"Ot Greet Wilton, Ryler
1T IL quite sure. Lord Avon's mother
ssked him to give II to me, 1t seems, and
he generously compiled. Edith, will you
reject me, now have Great Written Y'
She hid her face. She felt him Lsvinxky !
stroking her hair. IL would not have |
rejected you when you had but Littls
Whitten. Ryle."
Yours 10 not the 6rst fair facs which !
has been there this night. Edith" he said
In q laughing whisper. II had Lady
Gracs's there but an hour ago"
A SILVER seemed to dart through hss
heart. Her jealousy OF Lady Grace lad
been almost ~ powerful as Der lSvs for
Mr., BsungaHen.
"Gracs said, In joking kind Of way,
that her mother had remarked could
marry, now l had Great Whkton. So I
told Grace that should do Some wsrd
leads to another, you know, Edith, and
that l had only waited for preferment
to marry you, my best love. As l was
speaking she managed somehow to twist
her ankle. The pain must have been In.
tense, for she turned az white a. death,
and | had to hold her to me. But / did
not pay myself for my trouble as l am
doing now-with kisses. Edith, my whole
love Is yours"
A little more lovemaking, a little more
lingering in the soft shade of tAe evening
twilight, and then they went In together
and impaired the great news to MrA
Dane.
Ito be continued.)