Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-05-07
Booth Harrington
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cies would be In the soi1ing memories,
and my boy is free from them"
"Surely you can't pretend he may
not take that direction again?"
"That," returned the professor quick
~, sis his to choose. If this lady can
be with him now he will choose right
"Sor" cried Miss Elizabeth. First
she is to be his companion through a
trial for bigamy and If he is acquitted
his nurse, teacher and moral precep-
tor" She turned swiftly to her cousin.
''That's you conception Of a woman's
spission?"
II haven't any mission" Mrs. Har.
man answered quietly. II only know
I belong to him; that's all l ever
thought about it. 1 don't pretend ia
explain it. And when I met him again
here it vast vast was proved to
me-"
"Will you tell u.s."
It was I who asked the question. ]
spoke involuntarily.
"Oh, when l first met him." she said
TREMENDOUSLY. II was frightened, but it
was not he who frightened me. It was
the rush Of my OWL feeling. I did not
know what I felt, but I thought
might die, and he was so like himself
as I had first known him. but 50 chang.
ed TOO. There was something SO won.
derful about him. something that must
make any stranger feel sorry for him,
and yet 1t is beautiful" She stopped
for a moment and wiped her eyes, then
went on bravely: And the next day
he came and waited for mel should
have come here for him if he hadn't
and 1 fell in with the mistake he had
made about my name. You see, he'd
heard l was called Nine. d'Armand,
and I wanted him to keep IN thinking
that, for l thought if he knew l was
Mrs. Hartman he might find OUT
She paused, her lip beginning to trem-
BILE. ''Oh, don't you see why l didn't
want him to know? l didn't want him
to suffer as he would-as he does now,
poor child-but most of all l wanted-I
wanted to see if he would fall in love
with me again! l kept him from know.
ing because If he thought / vas a
stranger and the same thing happened
again-his caring for me, l mean
She had began to weep now, freely and
openly, but not from grief. "Oh," she
cried, don't you see how it's all
proved to me?"
Later l went into the garden to think
yer the perplexing situation of the
Harmans.
I sank down again in a wicker chair
and contemplated the stars. But the
short reverie into which l then fell
was interrupted by Mr.. Percy, who.
sauntering leisurely about the garden,
paused to address me.
you folks thinks you was all to the
gud gittin' them trunks of, what?"
"You speak in mysterious numbers"
I returned, having no comprehension
of his meaning.
II suppose you dom know nothin'
about it." he laughed satirically. you
didn' go over to Lisieux s aft'noon to
ship 'em? Oh, no.. not you"
II went for a long walk this after
noon. Mr.. Percy. Naturally l couldn't
have walked SO far as Lisieux and
back"
LUX here, M friend" he said sharp
ly; "do you think you got any chanst
t. git that Teller of t PARISH"
DO you think it will rain tonight?'
I inquired.
In simple dignity he turned his back
upon me and strolled to the other end
of the courtyard.
I observed him in the act of saluting,
with a gracious nod, some n who
was approaching from the road. I'm
mediately after-and altogether with
the air of a person merely Happening
ina slight figure clad in a long coat,
q short skirt and a broad brimmed,
veil bound brown hat came into full
view in the light Of the reflector.
I sprang to my feet and started to-
ward her, uttering an exclamation.
Good evening, Mr.. Percy" she said
cheerily. 'It's the most exuberant
night. You're quite hearty, l hope?"
"Takin' a walk, I see. little lady,"
he observed with genial. patronage.
Ny visitor paused upon my veranda,
humming "Quand PAmour Meurt,"
while I went within and lit q lamp.
''Shall I bring the light out there?"
I asked. but, turning. found that she
was already in the room.
"You weren't afraid to come through
the woods alone?' I asked, uncomfort-
ably conscious that her gayety met a
dull response from me.
mo"
"But If Miss Ward finds that you're
not at the chateau
"She won't. She thinks I'm asleep.
She brought me up a sleeping powder
herself"
"She thinks you took it?"
"She knows I did, said Miss Elliott.
''I'm full Of it! And that viii be the
reason-if you notice that I'm partic-
ularly ervou or excited"
"You seem all OF that" said, look
ing at her eyes. which were very wide
and verv brilliant. However, I be-
lieve you always do"
"Ah." she smiled, II knew you
thought me atrocious from the frst.
You nnd myriads Of objections to me.
don't your
I had forgotten to look away from
her eyes, and ! kept on Forgetting.
"Daz1ling'' Is q good old fashioned
word for eyes like hers. At least It
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