St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1909-12-04

| Aao uuCA 4u COuluOus puC Lney were
acquainted and all the people around
were strangers.
May had not noticed them until
they stopped beside her with excla
nations of establishment and pleasure
Mile. Allyn, ees 1t possarble!'
cried the count rapturously. "Eet is
in Paris that you vanish this three
mont, and we nevaire know to where
Some say to ItaIee, 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?"
Il am afraid not" smiling down at
her. Only that I 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 pretty,
unconscious movement that caused the
| tips of its 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. I will see
Mons. Bethune will tell you we have
not register yet. will do eet now"
May watched him hurry away with
an odd look of inquiry in her eyes.
What's 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.
ACLCA
"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-
bending flush rose to her face.
"Oh, that" she said thoughtfully.
"And your"
Bethune laughed again. He could
not help It.
Cant you see, Miss Allyn" he de
manded Il fancied it was sticking
out all over me. Over yonder was
poor devil of an artist, and you a rich
heiress; and now-Oh, May"
There was the soft rustic of silk
moving across the carpet May raised
her finger
Mamma is coming" she warned.
Il don't care" impetuously. I've
got to speak now. / can't wait an.
other day. Where can l see you
alone?"
0he AesICated, tnen appeared to con- |
slider.
The maids and nurses usually walk
on the beach at about three o'clock"
she said demurely. Il expect shall
be there"
AT four o'clock two wheel-chairs
swept leisurely down the bicycle ave.
nue. and on past the Breakers toward
the beach. 1t was the hour for Mrs
Allyns daily outing, and she preferred
to take it in wheel chair, and leisure.
ly. The occupant of the other chair
was Count POrtegan, and from the sat.
lsfaction in his face he had evidently
discovered the mistake. As they
turned toward the beach path thew
saw two figures approaching them only
few yards away.
There's May now," exclaimed Mrs
Allyn. Suppose we wait few min.
utes. She will be glad to see you,
count
The counts face grew eager, and
words of an elaborate apology began
to form in his mind; but as the fig.
ares drew near and he saw the EXPIRES.
sion on their faces as they looked at
7acn other the apology died away and
q Farlslan oath, muttered under his
breath, took its place. He mere1z
bowed politely, and then waited for
Mrs. Allyn to give the signal to go on
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