The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1908-11-17


that heard once you can never forget. !"
His eyes followed her as she rose
and walked TO the gate. She wore a
loose tan coat and tan shoes, and her
brown hair was waved and pulled into
a shining couture.
"Oh, you beauty" he whispered,
you beautyv'
"Hush!'' she warned, and they heard
the beat of horses hoofs.
The mail wagon of the rural deliv-
cry carrier was protected from sun
and rain by white umbrella, under
which the little man sat like a frog
under toadstooI.
you all goin' tomorrow" he asked
as Meredith gave him directions for
forwarding the mail Then he gave
chuckling laugh 81 reckon if you
all come next summer your mail will
come to the same name"
Margaret had a half dozen letters
and paper. Meredith's mail was all
business matter except one square
white envelope addressed in delicate
feminine script.
Look here" the little postman said
to Margaret facetiously as he hand
ed the letter to Meredith; "Pd be zeal
Gus of that letter If 1 were you. He
gets one every day"
A wave of scarlet swept over the
girls face. "Jealousr' she stammered.
"Oh, nor
But when the little man had gone
she broke down and sobbed.
Il am Jealous" she told Meredith.
II am dreadfully, dreadfully jealous"
"And yet you won't marry me-"
mo"
You want me to marry a woman /
don't care for, to whom I am engaged
simply because l had known her all
my life and had drifted into it, and
you want to make me miserable and
to make her miserable just because
you are afraid it will be dishonorable
for me to go back on my word?"
''But she loves you, and she isn't
strong" u
His face softened.
mo; she isn't strong, and she has a
sweet nature. If I had never met YOU
l should have logged along with her
and there would have been no heights
OF happiness. I should have dwelt al
ways in the plain.
He stopped abruptly. But what is
the use Of thinking about that? It's
our last day together, Margaret. Let
US forget everything but that we are
together"
Then We'll ride" she said. 'Ill 90
back to the house and get my habit,
and we viii go over the hills and far
away"
He stuffed his letters into his pocket.
''You haven't read-hers," Margaret re-
minded him.
Another time" he said briefly, and
they went to get ready
Their ride that day was q thing ia
live In a mans memory The hillsides
were glowing In russell and orange
and green. The lake as they passed II
was as blue as a sapphire, and the
blackbrds were fiocking in the golden
fields.
They talked little. but they lived in.
IenSeIy IN llOSe rev hours. NOW and
then she ventured little plan for his
future or for hers. But he would stop
her always, and then he would urge
their horses on and on until they went
like the wind.
At last twilight came, and they STOP
ped at wayside inn for supper. They
ate little.
Il can't" Margaret whispered when
he insisted. II am thinking of tomor-
row"
When the waiter came with their bill
Meredith, reaching for his pocketbook.
brought out with it the unopened let
ter of the morning. As it Law on the
table Margaret studied the postmark.
How does it happen" she asked
suddenly, that she is in New York ?
| thought you were to meet her in
Denver"
He caught the letter out of her hand.
New York;" he repeated and tore