Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1908-06-04

there had been no lamb! At least. /
Isaac would have burned quickly!
He saw Sally b. face drop and gray
shadows creep in. At last she found
speech, and her words were steady
What's the use Of money and
beauty, an Wis aristocratic way. It
Bill an me was ready to tie her down
to our kind? To life on the desert;
maybe-Bill amt no finandseer-to
tough luck an pore grub. That's
what's bound to come If Bills luck
turns. Do you think that's lovin' her?
That lord b'longs to folks that's al.
ways had money, an always looked 1t.
An if he fails, there's Freddy Bryan;
he's man, the right kind. If he loses
his money, he'll make it again-he's
buckin' brigham she'll live genteel.
s'pose you'd call it lovin' her to drag
her away from all that, an tie her up
to a little four-by-six life with you
a-trampin along the railroad!" 1t was
her turn for scorn, and it burned deep.
Alvin walked abruptly away to the
open window The beautiful palm gar
den with it's Waxen-crested Gala hedge
and vine-w wrapped trellises was full OF
winter bloom and fragrance; but he
saw nothing. His eyes were misty.
He was looking into dun future with
out Viola, a future never before con-
templated.
Sally B., watching, saw her battle
won; and a. quick revulsion of feeling
set in She admired his square, manly
shoulders Freddy Bryan was thin,
and stopped little, and the. lord was
small for an Englishman. Alvin's
plain, well-fitting business suit had a
wholesome, honest look that appealed
to her. She remembered how valiant
" he had fought his way on crutch
through half-starved boyhood to man.
hood, honorable manhood. Even his
stra!ghtness touched new chord-she
was proud of the courage that had
pioneered an operation that was the
talk of the papers. And he had done it
for vi!
Alvin felt her changed attitude, and
when he came back to her and spoke.
his voice was very gentle. MAY see
Viola before l go? It'll be my last
chance, you know"
| "Oh, All" she cried out, and stopped
| Alvin was astonished at her emo
ton, yet waited.
Almost, ambition had lost; not
quite. "Al, boy! Do you think you'd
better? Won't it be harder for you:
An for her, too?" she added after
breath.
Alvin's face contracted. Give he1
up without one more look into he1
dear face? Not see for himself that II
was well with her? That she coult
love-at least, be content with-tht
man her mother would secure for her
His heart beat DANGEROUSLY; and III
told himself he would see her, woult
see her!
Yet he took up his hat, looked calm
ly for his gloves and turned stead!
eyes to where Sally B. stood, he
white knuckled hands grasping chair
back desperately.
Tell Vi-tell Vino, don't tell he
anything!" he said, with forced calm
ness. Goodbye, Sally B." He boWe'
|. slightly and walked out of the door.
"Oh, AL Carter, you're the best mai
ever" She caught her breath an
stopped, staring after him.
Neither to the right nor to the let
did he turn his eyes as he Walke
down the winding, rose-lined avenu
to the iron gates. Life seemed at a.
end!
al! Al Carter!" screamed shri!
voice behind him. Through the gate
Sally B. flew, her hair disordered, he
full draperies bellying to the wind lik
pirate sails, her Grape ruffles draggin
out behind her. cal, come back!" sh
cried breathlessly, catching him by tn
arm, hurrying him through the iro
gates again, through the rose-line
avenue to the house. Come back al
+ see VII Gosh durn it, AL! l thro'
up the game! What does shammin
old Greaser like me want of big bu
for a son-in-law? You're good enough
right smart better'n 1 deserve; al
good enough for vi, too. Go long
the music f6ona there, an find vi. re
I her if she's said Yes to Reg Lawrene
or to Freddy Bryan, or to any oth<
Teller, I'll say NO to him! Col"
. She dragged him into the hal
pushed him toward the music room
and, sobbing wildly, ran up the SCUM
:. less stairs.
Alvin stood still, dazed, half co1
scfous OF ripping, tearing rlfles on tn
stair, when a little figure sprang TO
ward to meet him.
"Oh, A1vin!" she cried in quic
y rapture, then halted questfoningly.
Viola, your mother has accepte
me for you,' he said softly, and too
her in his arms. And long years {
= misery were cut from the lovers ca
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