Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1909-12-31

Thank you. but am leaving the
avenue n block or two up"
"Ah, too bad! Bless me, look at
this, prayi Here is Cecilia now-my
cousin Miss Streeter, you know-and
the bishop"
"1he bisEop4'' I echoed What
bishop"
She laughed gaily.
Il don't wonder you are surprised
she said; Bishop Winstanley," and,
as we turned to look at them, she
could not help the complacent little
tuck her lips took. | did not blame
her for it.
she?" / exclaimed.
Cecilia? Why, yes, | suppose so.
Oh, and the bishop is such a dear!
Cecilia is an ardent horsewoman, and
when he found we had no good mount
in our stable-I never ride, you know
what does he do but insist upon
! bringing her one of his. Splendid
| fellow
THE mount?" | inquired
and the bishop" she smiled back
at me. Now, If you will, you may
hand my dog up. | almost forgot him
/ in the excitement of the minute.
/ chased him over the grass and
captured him finally, tongue out
Poor dear. yon must forgive him
the exercise he made you take. He
is so playful. He doesn't know how
tiresome playfulness is
/ handed him up with caress |
was remembering the turn he had
served me.
Il do believe you like him" she de
clared.
Il do. But am killing a little time
if must acknowledge the truth; l am
waiting to see the bishop and Miss
Streeter go by. How slowly they
comet"
"They look well together, don't
they?" she murmured critically.
THE ensemble is perfect" / said
How quaint you a-e!" she laughed
We turned with smiles and bows t.
the bishop and his companion. They
were indeed imposing. The Sistine
bowed guardedly, as If she feared tx
disarrange her halo. and the bishop
beamed. little guiltily, it seemed t.
me. Later / found it to be anothe
} case of the mouse and the absent cat
Mrs. Ankony whirled along in thu
opposite direction after they had gone
and in blur of emotions / hurried
: down the avenue, not sure where
meant to bring up, but presently find
ing myself ascending the Winstanle,
steps. / was not clearly conscious O
:. my reason for wanting to see Henri
eta Winstanley just then except tina
she always clarified things for me-
and certainly they had never needle
it worse than now.
To my great disappointment, foun
that she had gone out of town to joi
an invalid friend, and that her retur
] and destination were not known a
home, depending as they did upon tn
caprice of the friend. Her servan
| thought it probable, however, that sh
would not be back in town for severe
| weeks, perhaps month.
| turned from her door in the deel
| est regret, but my tumbling thought
/ had already begun to steady then
4 selves into something resemblin
| calm, and | saw things a little NOR
| clearly: One thing | perceived wit
/ startling clearness. and that was ths
| Barbara had given herself for Dan
| liberty and good name.
/ What it meant to her drove ava,
| for the moment, all thought of what
| meant to me, but later my own rebe
lion arose and rioted-to no end
was indeed the hopelessness of it q
1 that smote me from the beginning.
felt like a paralyzed man in a fir
/ But he listens for the sound of h
| rescuers, and for me there could /
no help. There had been but one wa
te to save Dana way SO hideous 1t ha
not even suggested itself to me, bi
Barbara. loving him as she did. an
ID determined to save him, had though
of it at once and had not hesitated
i take it, monstrous as it was in il
cruelty.
That Dan could accept SO high
9, price of her astonished me, but
knew that she dominated him in IL
N affairs of their everyday life, and
could understand that, sick as he W;
with despair and remorse, he wou
&c. yield to her fierce persuasion, wit
g, out at first realizing just what 81
was Offering for his honor.
IL (TO BE CONTINUED)
n. The Height of Praise.
The limit of praise for food W,