The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1909-03-18

/ uHueF uHlalr pressure.
Then you don't think so very badly
of me?" asked the girl, shyly.
| II don't know" smiled her cousin. as
he bent his head down to her. I'll hear
what you've got to say. Do you love
me?"
"Oh. Gren-' And Maude dropped her
flushed. tear-stained face on his shoulder,
and submitted to the abstraction of I'M
| limited kisses with the greatest meekness.
The tears were kissed away, and
smile was on her lips as she said, You
whispered last night, There is hope for
| us yet : what did you meant"
| II didn't say that; when you quote
what / say, be good enough to be correct"
But you did say So" said Maude. open
ing the grey eyes wide as usual when
| thing passed her compensation.
| mo, Miss Denison; L said, Hope for
us yet, darling"
| "Oh, Gren, don't tease me: that's so
like your old aggravating ways. Tell
me-
well, dearest, 1 hoped last night to
find a paper that would have. at all
events, broken of your engagement with
Pearman, and left you free TO choose
again."
| A quiet pressure of his arm, and
soft "Well?"
II didn't find it, Maude, and went to
bed as miserable as man can we'll do.
Your father promised that Pearman
should receive his dismissal if could do
what l dreamt / could. l made sure of
finding that paper in the big oak chest
in the study; but though l went steadily
through them all, it wasn't there
when did you see it. Gren?"
Don't you remember when | went mad
upon heraldry, and was all for putting
your genealogical tree to rights? 1 went
through those papers then"
stop o moment" said the girl; ''let
me think. Yes" she continued, after
short pause; "and you used to bring
them up to work at To the school room
don't you recollect? And I'm almost
sure, but didn't you throw few of them
| into a drawer up there, saying they were
no use. but you might make up a maya
zine story or two out of them some day."
| by Jove, Maude, you've hit it. i
did. and that would be safe 10 be one OF
| them. Come along, sweetheart mine, and
| see No chance of their being disturbed,
| is thereT
81 should think not; but / haven't, I
really believe, been in the room for the
| last two years. Well soon see. though :"
and the cousins tripped rapidly back to
| the house.
Poor old school room! il was not often
now that its shutters were thrown open to
the golden light of spring. Very different
were the old times, when Maude fitted
about it daily, making sunshine within.
whatever it might be without; when the
whistle OF the blackbird and the song of
the throstle, the twitter of the swallow.
and the scent Of the jasmine, with other
creepers, came drifting through the open
easement. Here she had made much of
her DOLL fought with her nurse. and risen
in more matured rebellion against her
governess. Here Granville had teased,
petted, laughed at her, and embarked in
various studies. genealogical or otherwise.
| No wonder they paused on the threshold
it was classic ground to them, at all
| events.
Grenville Rose, however. though he may
pause for a moment, is far too much in
earnest and immersed in the present TO
give much thought to old memories. Maude
smiles softly as he throws open the win
dows, and she recalls those long pleasant
afternoons they two have passed there.
She has been so miserable OF late-she is
SO quietly happy now. Ii is true this pa
per must be found; but she believes in
Gren, as only a young girl can in lover.
1t is the first time he has been with her
| in that character. 1t is so sweet to be
told you are loved at eighteen, when that
| confession is made by the right person.
! No wonder the girls face looked bright.
| Now, Maude, quick-which is the draw
err? This, eh 20 Hurriedly the drawer is
dragged out; but alas though all sorts of
odds and ends, a book or two on heraldry.
or French dictionary, are discovered,
no sign Of law papers meets the eye.
MISTAKEN the drawer, pet, suppose?"
| exclaimed Grenville. with a look of dis
appointment he struggled hard 70 con-
| ceal AID then continued his search But,
no; every drawer and cupboard of the
| school room is ransacked in vain. Many
a relic o. their merry old days there comes
to light, but nothing in the shape of
deed or parchment. Maude stood aloof
towards the conclusion of the search, half
leaning, half sitting on the table. Her
face was serious enough now. and the
| well-ma rked eyebrows rather knit. She
felt that the promised smooth water of
the morning was as yet by no means real
lied. Since Grenville had kissed her, and
| personally told his love, she felt endued
with infinite powers of opposition to the
Pearman alliance.
Its no use, Maude the paper want
is not here" said Granville at length.
II must search elsewhere"
80 you shall, Gren. Ring the bell.
have an idea"
Her cousin did as he was bid. and
when a stray housemaid, in considerable
| bewilderment. eventually made her way
| to the dsused room, Miss Denison said
sharply. Tell Mrs. Upcroft she's wanted
here overwhelmingly, mind-and don't
let her be as long about getting here as
| you have been"
Now. look here, Gren," continued
Maude those papers were there. No
| body but Mrs. Upcroft would have dared
move them. But, you see, she has known
me as a child. and l am always hard put
| to it to hold my own with her. If she
don't happen quite to recollect what she's
| done with them, she'll give me any an
swer, and won't even try to take the trou-
bic to remember. If Gan make nothing
of her, then you must chime in and fright
en- her. OF course she don't want to coz
ceal them; but she will know she ought
not to have meddled with them, and don't
like what she terms being put out"
There was tap at the door az Gaude
finished her speech, and her cousin had
but just time to give a nod of intell-
gence as the housekeeper entered.
Sorry to disturb you, Mrs. Upcroft,'
said Miss Denison, blandly. 'but l want
to know what you have done with the
papers that used to inhabit that drawerY
I'm sure | don't know nothing about
no papers. You might have been sure of
that / think, Miss Maude. before you
sent for me, and the butcher just here
for orders an all; :" and the housekeeper
looked as sulky as she rightly dared. She
had for years done as she pleased with
Mrs Denison. and was bitterly jealous of