The Havre herald. [volume] (Havre, Mont.) 1904-1908, 1908-05-20

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him and was on thu eve OF telling him
80. But there was no getting away
from the kindness In her eyes and he.
affectionate little ways.
and SO this great day opened with
sunshine as bright as Lorna's own eyes
when they met him in the breakfast.
room.
We'll, my dear" he said, with Q
brave smile, and then "Hullo!" as he
espied card On his plate. 'sThat ring
was patient them"
He read the name:
"Mr. Willie Blackstone"
In the left hand corner were the
words, Murray Plains
Mrs. Martin then appeared, with
dark suspicion all over her, and the
| coffee.
Good morning, SIR" she said. II
presume you will breakfast before you
see the young gentleman? Miss Lorna
said so.'
lie flashed look at the girl. Never
! had she seemed to him so lovely and
| mischlevous. She nodded furiously as
If to coerce him.
"It's all right, no doubt Mrs. Mar.
tin" he said. He took up the card
again. II haven't the least idea who
| he Is"
THAT'S the fun Of It, Wilby,' cried
| Lorna. "And-don't stop to listen, Mrs
/ Ia, 4tra al
The housekeeper's head seemed ia
charge her with all manner Of crimes
1t tossed deliberately two or three times
ere she was out Of the room. She dis
approved Of the 'Wilby." AS for the
"old DEAR" it was nothing less than an
insult from such pert pair Of lips.
Now, then,' said Lorna, 'syou are to
eat your breakfast just as usual. Your
letters may wait, Wildly. I'm going tc
| tell you about 1t while you eat. Come
sit down."
Wilberforce sat down. He felt alb
surd, but tried to dlssemble his feel
| ngs with a laugh.
You are strange child" he said
1 II ann she said positively. "And
/ shall give you more sugar than usual
! in your first cup to help you not to
! mind what I am. There! Now start on
| your porridge. It's my confession that's
coming"
"Ah!" 5""
Spoon in hand, the doctor darted an.
other look at the card.
About that?" he asked.
Yes, dear. I met him on the boat
| Murray Plains is his fathers place
| are awful rich. But it isn't because
/ he's 50 well Off that I love him. Its
i because | can't do anything else.
thought SO during the voyage, but
wouldn't tell him so, quite, you know
/ 1t doesn't do to give ones self all away
in a month, does it, Wildly? He wanted
to come right along here and see yoC
about me the very first thing, but
wouldn't let him. I wanted to wrestle
it out with myself, you know, and de
eide. I did the deciding last week
He's written four times. He said il
the last but one he'd turn up to-day
certain, whether I liked his coming o.
not That's why I put off telling YOU
till to-day. II he hadn't come I don
know what I'd have done But here
he is. He left London before six-ths
very earliest train, you know Ant
oh. Wildly, dear, do-do be nice to him
will you? This Is his photograph"
He took the photograph and coult
find no fault with it, even If he hat
felt disposed to be bitter. SO far from
this however--lt was an extraordinary
thing, yet true-he felt relieved, ant
more prone to smile.
Ellis eyes are the bluest you eve
saw. Wildly, dear!" she declared
Wilberforce quite smiled now.
"And I should judge he knows HOY
to use them, you little diplomatist" h
said
"Little What?"
"Diplomatist. But tell me some NOR
about him, before I fetch him in t
breakfast
She was on him like hawk.
ooh, Wilby you old darling!" sh
cried "But l knew you would kne,
It! Els father is Sir Ralph Blackstone
and is ever so much respected. Will
is his only son but 1t would be jus
the same whatever he was. do 10y
him truly" ,s.s
Eyes" said the doctor, II see you d,
;. Well, If you'll quit PUMPING my hal
I'll go to him lists very comfor
ing to me to think you may be, even
ually, SO well provided for"
:, rs it, indeed?'
ST assure you 1t u.s." he said. "Hont
= bright, Lorna!'
:. He waved his hand to her and lie
u the room, and in rather less than fl
i minutes someone tapped ditfident!y
k the door. and in came the original
r the photograph. "What luck'' he viii
| vowel ar1 then they were In en{