Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1908-05-14

spite Of attempted control, his words
trembled with eagerness as he pushed
forward z chair for Mrs Harmon, and
seated himself opposite her.
oh, no, She's queenIy tall, but
slender; An elegant figure"
Alfred WINGED at Mrs. Harmon's in
piled mental vision Of Stella
Her complexion is-certainly not
rosy; yet she has lovely color, what
one might, perhaps, call warmly pale.
Her hair is wonderful All the smooth
ing and pulling of the horrid fashion
cannot Danish the wave from it Dark
brown it is, almost black at night In
the sun it has rusty tints, shining
threads I'm sure you never knew
her She's just back from Vassar and
from abroad"
And where had she lived before
that -. Alfred asked, eager yet, though
hope was dying
Here in San Francisco. Oh, yes;
out of town at the resorts in summer.
first met her two years ago last May
in Calistoga- You mustn't think less
of her. Alfred-she waited at our
table"
a waitress, And vassar? l don't
| understand"
No, of course not It would take
days to tell the strange and fine things
I know of her We both fell in love
with her, the judge and myself She
was working her way through school" "
Yes" Alfred answered absently.
She has an exceptional mind The
Judge was very greatly interested in
| her
I begin to see how Miss Anthony
accomplished Vassar- She
But you don't see She's not q
| protegee, but one of the richest WON
| en- in the city; and quite the rage,
though she returned less than month
ago"
Ahred's hope glimmered away to OBJ
| ivion His heart had sung Stella s
name through all the conversation ;
vet nothing OF this woman's life OF
| looks tailed with Stella Still, if she
were Stella-oh, if she were Stella.
All the judge did was to manage
her mining property" Mrs Harmon
went, mines she had owned for years
but supposed worthless. So they were
until the railroad made the valley Of
the Humboldt accessible"
That was fortunate for her. Has
she finished SCHOOL,"
Yes. graduated with honors 1ast
spring. You should have taken her IL
to dinner if I had known you were
coming; but I've promised her to Mr.
Montague She's"
Hello, Vincent. Here you are, max
ing love 20 my wife again. Beglnnlns
right where you left of three year!
ago, l suppose, you young scamp
The judge rolled in, fat, putting ant
red with the exertion of hasty dress
ing; yet man whose leonine heat
and kind, fearless eyes would ares
| the most casual observer.
Isn't it good to have Alfred her
again." she asked, as the two shoo]
hands heartily
~Of course you think so! Most an,
woman would enjoy this spruce young
|, / chap. Never mind the old man, Viz
cent don't blame you She's pref
l y nice sort of An old girl, isn't she
I'm in love with her myself. L"
: George, you've twisted your III
Let me change it," Mrs Harmon II
!, terrupted, rising to adjust the kno
J under the fat, shaver chin, giving 1t
\ tender pat or two for finsh- I d
i wish you'd get you man; or-1et N
help you"
!. 4 mani" he snorted. when l can
5 dress myself to suit you, madam, L
resign! Blast all this toggery, an
i how. Spike-tail coats, dinner in Ia
+ middle of the night Don't MARI:
Vincent, or you'll be tied for life
~ Just such petticoat tyranny.
. I've been accustomed to it In n
youth, sir, all except dinner at night
that's new to me-
It's the proper time to d1ne-at u
Z close of the day-the only time; VINE
9 there's leisure for guests, en1oyme1
and digestion. As for spetticoat tyra
nv" Mrs. Harmon smiled indulgenu
u what would the judges social pos1ue
n be with no wife to manage him! Wn
, he'd go with one pump and boot
| 4 ball. In a dressing-goWn, TOO, Pc
haps, if some sane person didn't lo<
after him"
III The judge flung her q merry !
joinder and turned kind eyes TO
| fred. Mother, the boys grown
III Why the Judge called his wife mot
er" was a mystery to their friend
The more obserYant noticed that
| used the name only when move
seers read in it undying regret for q
! son that came but never breathed-
! Yes, it's true, Judge. Alfred
! knowledged- In spite OF hardship
/ roughing it I've laid on flesh
i The bell rang
/ There are the rest OF the diner
/ Come on, Vincent, into the den VI
i me. There'H be time for q good q