Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1909-11-18

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were strangers.
May had not noticed them until
they stopped beside her with excla.
nations of establishment and pleasure,
Mile. Allyn, ees it possarble!"
cried the count rapturously. "Eet is
in Paris that you vanish this three
mont, and we nevaire know to where.
Some say to ~Ital'ee, and some that
you fly back to heaven where they
keep re angels. But eet is heaven
that you make anywhere. Now / know
why the place here seem so beautiful,
eet is the angel"
May laughed and gave him her
hand. Thank you. count" she said.
Il am glad to see you, also. You are
sure to like it here-even with the
angel. And you, too, Mr.. Bethune,"
offering her hand to the sculptor.
Can you not make a pretty speech
like the count?"
II am afraid not" smiling down at
her. only that / am very, very
glad to find you here, Miss Allyn. Your
presence will add much toto our
pleasure at Palm Beach"
why, really, that does very nicely"
She twirled the brush with a pretty
unconscious movement that caused the
tips of It's feathers to flicker across
one of the palm fronds near. The mo.
ton caught the counts attention, and
with wondering CONSERVATION his eyes
went from it to her white apron and
to the badge of servitude upon her
head, and his sloping shoulders stiff
ened suddenly into protesting reserve,
"Pardonnez," he rebuked, but eet
Is SO hurry I am now. / will see
Mons. Bethune will tell you we have
not register yet. l will do eet now.
May watched him hurry away with
an odd look Of inquiry in her eyes.
Whats the matter with the count?'
she asked %innocently. "Has he for
gotten something's"
Bethune laughed joyously. A mo
ment before there had been both re
serve and repression in his eyes: now
they were suddenly eager, glowing
| determined.
THE counts an odd sort of stick
he answered, "and his visit here is
confessedly in search of a rich Amer
lean wife"
He raised his hand Significantly to
ward his head; but for a moment she
looked puzzled, then a quick, compre
hending flush rose to her face.
"Oh, that" she said thoughtfully
"And you?
Bethune laughed again. He coult
not help 1t.
Cant you see, Miss A1lyn?' he de
manded. Il fancied 1t was sticking
out all W. me. Over yonder I was {
poor devil of an artist, and you a ricl
heiress; and now-Oh. May"
There was the soft rustic of sill
moving cross the carpet. May raised
her finger.
Mamma is coming" she warned.
g" don't care" impetuously. "T'v'
got to speak now l can't wait an
other day. Where can 1 see YOU
alone?"
She hesitated, then appeared to con
slider.
"The maids and nurses usually wall
on the beach at about three o'clock,
she said demurely. 81 expect l shall
be there"
At four o'clock two wheel-chairI
swept ~leisurely down the bicycle ave
nue. and on past the Breakers towart
the beach. 1t was the hour for Mrs
Allyn's daily outing, and she preferred
to take it in a wheel chair, and leisure
ly. The occupant of the other chat
was Count POrtegan, and from the sat
isfaction in his face he had evidentl,
discovered the mistake. AS the,
turned toward the beach path the,
saw two figures approaching them onl,
a few yards away.
There's May now" exclaimed Mrs
Allyn. Suppose we wait a few min
utes. She will be glad to see you
count"
The counts face grew eager, ant
words of an elaborate apology begal
to form In his mind; but as the fig
ures drew near and he say the expires
sion on their faces as they looked a
each other the apology died away an,
a Partisan oath, muttered under hi
breath, took its place. He merel,
bowed politely, and then waited TO
Mrs. Allyn to give the signal to go on