The Whitefish pilot. [volume] (Whitefish, Mont.) 1904-current, 1910-05-19

P'"S. 'oe She IVuIiu IL Il ulIucult mat
ter. Lloyd kittrpdge- often she
had murnurrd that name in her lone
~ hours: He would be here shortly
for his answer
And. alas. she must say mo" to
him. She must give him pain She
could not hope to make him under
stand. How could any one understand?
And then perhaps he would misjudge
her Perhaps he would leave her in
anger and not come back any more
Not come back any more!
A descending step on the tower
stairs broke in upon her meditatious.
and she rose quickly from her knees
The sacristan had finished his rounds
and was coming to close the outer
doors. 1t was time for her to 20. And
with glance at her hair in Il little
glass and touch to her hat. she went
out into the garden back of NOtre
Dame. where she knew her lover
would be waiting
'Ah. at last" he exclaimed. spring
ing toward her. with nirthful. boy
iSh smile He was ii man of twenty
seven. slender of build. but carrying
himself we'll
She tried to speak gayly. but be was
not deceived and answered seriously
in French:
Hold on. There's something wrong
We've been sad. eh?''
"Why-er"- she began. ''l-er"-
Been worrying. | know, Too much
church. too much OF that old she
dragon. Come over here and tell me
about it," He led her to bench
shaded by friendly sycamore tree.
kittredge thrilled under the spell of
her beauty. He longed to take her in
his arms and comfort her
Suppose we go back little" he
said reassuringly. about six months
ago. ! think it was in January.
young chap III fur overcoat drifted
into this old stone barn and took a
turn around it. He saw the treasure
and the fake relics and the white mar
BILE French gentleman trying to get
out OF his coffin. and he didn't care a
hang about any of EN- until be saw
you. Then he began to take notice.
The young fellow with the fur over
coat kept coming back and coming
back. only soon he came without his
overcoat"
I'm bitter cold weather." she said
reproachfully.
HE was pretty blue that day, wasn't
be: Dead sore on the game. Money
all blown in. overcoat up the spout.
nothing ahead and a whole year Of
of darued foolishness behind. Excuse
inc. but that's what 1t was. Well. be
blew in that day. and.-he walked over
to where you We're sitting. you darling
little saint"
mo. no." murmured Alice; mot a
saint. only a poor girl who saw you
were unhappy and-and was sorry"
Their eyes met tenderly. and for a
moment neither spoke. Then Kit
tredge went GU unsieadily: Anyhow.
you were kind to me. and | opened up
a little. told you a few things. and
when l Went away | felt more like
man, ! said to myself. Lloyd Kit.
tredge. If you're any good you'll cut
out this thing that's been raising the
dickens with you'-eXcuse me, but
that's what it was-'and you'll make
new start right now. And | did it.
There's u lot you don't know. but you
can bet all your rOSaries and relics
that I've made fair fight since then
I've worked and-been decent, and
did it all tor you" He caught her
band in his. and she felt his warm
breath on her cheek. "All for you
You know that. don't you. Alice!'
She drew her hand away and forced
herself to say. You mustn't do thatw
He looked at her in surprise. why
noty'
Because | cannot be what you
what you want me to be-" she answer
ed, looking down.
II want you to be my wife,"
II know" She lifted her eyes brave
~ and faced him. 1T is true, Lloyd.
l can never be your wife,"
But why? Why?"
II cannot tell you" she faltered.
us it something you've heard that
I've done Or-Or not done? Don't be
afraid to hurt my feelings God knows
l was a fool. but I've kept straight
since ! knew you. I'll swear to that"
Il believe you, dear"
"You care for me. and yet you turn
me down." he said bitterly.
Her eyes filed with tears.
"Then you will never be my wife, no
matter how long | waltz"
That's it." she sobbed.
Kittredge rose. eying her sternly.
II understand" be said. "or rather l |
don't understand. but there's no use
talking any more. I'll take my medi-
ninn ond-ron1hC