The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1908-06-14
Sent to Coventry

participation in tho little comedy she
saw developing. did not say anything
further either for or against tho adj
mission OF the Fyfes.
Ifc, after a few seconds, having cau-
tiously looked along the road, saw the
carriage disappear amid whirl Of
dust; then he 1caped on to the bank,
and IN another second was by Susie's
sIdc. He was n handsome, athletic
young fellow OF about twenty-five.
For the first time in his life he had
fallen victim to the tender pas
sion, and he was nadly in love with
pretty Susie Tyfe, as hot-blooded Max
wells were prone to be, wien thor
oughly stirred to love.
Susie. my beautiful. sweet little
flower" he cried, as he took her. nolcns
volens, in his arms; but Susles heart
was by no means MS much alight as
was Davic Maxwcl's She was q little
bit frightened at the new feeling that
had come to hor--frightened at his ex-
ceedtngly demonstrative love-making.
Assurcdly there was nothing OF the
adventures or plottcr about sweet SUI
sic. She was simple English maiden.
as prudish and reserved MS even the
high-bred Maxwclls themselves, who
all prided Themselves on the virtue
OF their women and the valor Of
theft mem!
She had como to meet Davie Max
we'll unknown to her mother, who
would have highly disapproved-
schemcr though Lady Maxwell believ-
ed her to be. Not because Mrs. Fyfe
would have disapproved OF mar
rage between her sweet grille and
Davie Maxwell but It must have been
| brought about on straight lines. Sub
! terfuge was allen to Mrs. Eyes ma
| ture. She was as pure in mind. con-
scientlous in nature, as she seemed
| TO be. whatever Lady Maxwell believed.
| Nor was Susie ono whit less scrupu-
| lous than her mother; but such a
| lord Is love-" how could she resist
| him when master In the art Of WOO
Ing. as was Davie Maxwell. urged and
| pleaded that she should come and meet
him.
"Oh! Davie. that was your mothers
carriage" she said. as son AS she could
disentangie herself from his en-
| brace.
well, darling. and some day. per-
| haps, it will be yours"
Mine? Oh! Dayie. you frighten me
when you are SO assertive. You are
only Davie. and I am poor little pen
niless Susie Fyfe. Mother says l must
| do something to help us to live COM
| fortably."
| Nonsense. nonsense! AS my wife
you viii have every comfort; even the
younger sons OF the Aiaxwells are not
paupers."
II wish you would lie, me take you
to see my mother. Davie-meetinS you
without her knowledge makes me so
unhappy
$50 you shall. dear
/ Come now
no. not now / want you in the punt
on the river for an hour or two; after
that we will see. You see. have to
bring my courage UP TO the scratch
before dare ask Mrs. t'yfe for that
dear little hand"
more getting to the scratch neces.
sary. I'm thinking. before your mother
gives me that big brown hand of
yours
And they both laughed, but there
was not much assurance in the laugh.
Davie Maxwell. however, prevailed
as he always did; he was master
among men, and women, too They
went on the river. and for two hours
Mrs. Fyfe wondered what could have
become of Susie; then an unexpected
visitor was announced.
Mrs. Destrees!
me Two laulcs had met on ono OF
two occasions in parish work; and
though Mrs. Destrees had tried to be
friendly. the other. knowing she wa:
living in state of taboo. was inSa-
rjably Standoffish. She was. there
fore, a little bit astonished at the visit
ascribing 1t, however. to something II
connection with their joint efforts II
the cause OF charity.
More disturbed still was she wher
Mrs Destrees. after friendly prelude
said:
u have come to ask you, Mrs. Fyfe