The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1910-01-25


your willfulness, Jacquelinel / beg
| Doris to come 70 me nereI am old
and alone. She is probably worn out
with the fatigue and excitement of
your wedding, and this paradise Of a
climate will give her just the rest and
change she needs. Some English
friends Of mine have villa at Nice
the Cravens, of Yorkshire. A nephew
of the family, Mr.. Theodore Craven,
has lived in the States, and he tells
me he knows you we'll He will have
business in Hayre about the time
the steamer arrives. Let Doris cable
me, and Mr.. Craven will meet her,
and conduct her safely, to Mentone."
"Our Teddy again!" said Jacque-
lire.
"oh, Doris. will you go to Aunt
Bradshaw"
For a little while answered
Doris, sweetly why should not?
You are now too happy to miss me,
and / have never been abroad. I
will return in few weeks, dear.
"Once l forsook Aunt Bradshaw to
fly to you,'' smiled Jacqueline, now
you forsake me to go to Aunt Brad
shaw! Well, you certainly need the
change, love, and with glorious
blush, II should be selfish indeed to
put so much as straw in the way of
your pleasure, when my own cup of
happiness is full to overfIowing.
So Doris sailed for Havre, and in
that old French city she found Teddy
Craven awaiting her Teddy, the
helpful, the kindly, with the same
honest eyes and simple manners that
had marked him of old. He made no
attempt to disguise his JOY at seeing
her again.
II was never SO proud in my life,"
he said, ingenuously, "as when Mrs.
Brawshaw gave me permission to es-
cort you to Mentone. My mothers
people are at Nice. have been for
tunate enough to make myself valua-
BILE to them, and my maternal grand
father, who died a few months ago,
bequeathed me-a--a property in
Yorkshire"
He colored awkwardly as he told
his good fortune. Doris looked at
him with sympathetic eyes. She knew
that he had not retained dollar Of
Philip Trevor's money.
II am very glad for you'll" she said,
softly.
Jacqueline's marriage aroused no
emotion in Teddy.
"St. George is Just the man to
make her happy" he commented,
with cheerfulness. II am sure they
are an amazing fine pair"
During the journey to Mentone he
waited tirelessly upon Doris evot-
ed himself, body and soul, to her
comfort. His was the vigilant
thoughtfulness that smoothes life's
rough places and makes pleasant
paths for tender feet.
Aunt Bradshaw received her niece
with cordial delight.
"It will so hard with me-" she
mentally resolved, '1f l do not keep
her-she shall not forsake me as Jac-
queline did"
Man-and woman, also--proposes,
but God disposes. One morning, a
week after the journey from Havre,
Teddy Craven entered the red-roofed
villa at Mentone, and in its garden
found Doris, walking alone, with her
hands full of Mediterranean violets.
A flood of sunshine stepped the sur
rounding olive slopes, and the gray
peaks of the Alpes Maritimes, and
shone on the girls snowdrop face
and golden hair, as Teddy came reso-
lutely to her side.
After / sailed for England" he
said, II tried my very best to forget
ycu-for what right had Philip Ire
vor's son to think of John Hatton's
daughter? Iatried, Doris, but failed
I've been, trying ever since-and
with the same result. My infatuation
for Jacqueline passed, but my love
for you remains, and grows stronger
daily. Now, tell me-what am / to
do?"
II think your efforts are misdirect-
ed,' she faltered, "do not try any
more, for John Hatton's daughter
would sooner possess the love of
Philip Trevor's son than any treas
ure in the world"
THE END.