The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-05-14
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 If the journey up North had been
 F'airyland. the journey southward was
 Heaven for both the young people.
 Athlyne felt all the triumph of con
 QuerOr. If he had sung out loud, as he
 would like to have done. his song
 than a love-song. There was the elan
 of the conqueror about him; the stress
 of love-longing and love-pinning were
 behind him. The battle was won, and
 his conqueror's booty was beside him.
 well content to be in his train. Still
 even conqueror's love has it's duties as
 we'll as it's right. and he was more
 tender than ever to Joy. She, sitting
 beside him in all the radiancy of her
 new found wifehood. felt that their
 hearts were beating together: and that
 their thoughts swayed in unison. When her eyes would be lifted from the lean,
 strong, brown hands gripping the
 steering wheel-for in the rush of de-
 parturs he had other things to think of than putting on the gloves which
 were squeezed behind him in his seat
 and would look up into his face she
 would feel a sort Of electric shock as
 his eyes. leaving for a moment their
 steering duty. would flash into hers
 with look of love which made her
 culver. But presently when his yield ing to affection had been tested, and
 even her curiosity had been satisfied,
 she ceased such sudden looks. She
 realized his idea of gravity of the
 situation when she saw. as their eyes
 returned to their necessary task, the
 hard look become fixed on his eagle face-the look which to one engaged in his task means safety to those under
 his care. She was all sympathy with
 him now. She was content that his
 will should prevail: that his duty
 should be the duty of both; that her service was to help him. And the first
 moment she realized this, she sighed
 happily and she sank back in her seat
 1Ylfrr ir, rxvifo
 tent She had compensation for the
 foregoing in the exercise of her own pride. From her present standpoint all
 that came within the. scope of her
 senses was supremely beautiful. The
 mountains grey and mysterious in
 their higher and future peaks: the
 dark woods running hame-like up into the glory of the mountain colouring;
 the scent of the new-mown hay, drift
 ed across the track by the bracing
 winds sweeping over the hills; the
 glfmmerfng sapphire of the water as
 they swept by lake or river. or caught
 flashes of the distant Forth through
 long green valleys. They went fast;
 Athlyne's wild excitement-the echo of
 the battle-phrenzy that had won him
 distinction on the held-found some re-
 lief in speed. He had thrown open the
 throttle of his powerful engine and
 swept along at such a speed that the
 whole landscape seemed to fly by the
 rushing car, giving only momentary
 SHmpS6S O1 even the most
 beauty. He did not fear police traps
 now. He did not fear anything! Even
 the car seemed to have yielded itself
 like a living thing to the spell of the
 situation. Its wheels purred softly as
 it swept along. and the speed made a
 wind which seemed to roar in the ears
 of the two who were one.
 Joy felt that she had a right to be content. This journey was of her own choosing entirely. The manner of it
 had been this: when the party had been arranged for starting her father had said to Athlyne.
 When you get to Ambleside- as I suppose you will do before us, will you give orders to have everything ready for our party. You can do this before you drive over to BownesS. You can
 come over to dinner if you like. I sup pose you and Joy will want to sec something of each other-an you can
 indeed. before the wedding comes off. That can be as soon as you like after you have got the license" To this he had replied:
 "I should like to-and shall-do any thing can. sir. to meet your wishes. But I cannot promise to do anything now. on quite my own initiative You see our dear girl has to be consulted and I need not tell you that her wishes
 must prevail-so far as I am concern ed." .s] ssas4 q "Quite right. my boy! Quite right!' said the old man. linen we shall
 
 she came over, and her father put his suggestion to her. She hesitated grave ly, and paused before she spoke; she evidently intended that there should be no mistake as to her deliberate inten- ton:
 ''NoI Daddy. that won't do: Pm go- ing with my husbandr' She took his
 arm and chung to him lovingly, her
 finger tips biting sweetly into his flesh
 But. Daddy dear. we'll come over to- morrow and lunch or breakfast with you. if we may. Call it early lunch or late breakfast We shall be over about l noon. Remember we have to come from BowneSSi"
 Athlyne seemed to float in air as he heard her. There was something so sweetly-so truly wifely, in her words and attitude that it won to his heart and set him in a state of rapture. The late breakfast at Ambleside next day, though ostensibly a mere family breakfast. was hardly to be classed in that category. It was in reality re- garded by all the family at present
 resident in the town as wedding breakfast. They had one and all dress ed themselves for the occasion. Not in complete marriage costume, which would have looked a little overdone. but in modified form which suffici- ently expressed in the mind of each the prevailing spirit of rejoicing. A few seconds before noon the ''toot toot" of Athlyne'S powerful hooter was heard some distance off. All rushed to the windows to see the great red car swing round the corner. The chauffeur was driving; the bride and groom sat in the tonneau. As Athlyne was not driving he wore an ordinary morning dresS-a well-cut suit of light grey which set out well his tall, 1.-the powerful figure. Joy was wrapped in a huge motor coat of soft gray, with her head shrouded in veil of the same colour. In the hall they both took off their wraps. Athlyne helping his wife with the utmost tenderness. When
 they came into the room they made a grey pair. for with the exception of Athlyne's brown eyes and hair and a scarlet neck tie. and Joys dark hair and a flash of the same scarlet as her husbands on her breast, they were grey-alI grey. It would seem as if the whole colour-Scheme of the couple had been built around Joys eyes. She certainly looked lovely; there was a hrillian nt calour in her cheeks and ha=