The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1910-02-25

she thought she had never seen such
4 transformation Of face. 1t Was -
full of brilliance as it had been full q
melancholy.
Il wrote you a note" the girl ssSA
timidly. Mrs. Ramsdill was to pct
it"
You did, ] will get It from her.
oh. no. since you have seen me-
He shook his head. Il want all my
letters. and ! am curious to see how
you took leave. But that is just what
! beg you will not take-that is. t.
day"
The gentleman who stood by his
horses head she could regard for
some reason even with less ease than
hitherto she had been able. In his
riding-clOthes he seemed to have lost
his other personality. and was moth
ing but a well-loOking Engiishman-
in the most fashionable and perfect
tenue-who had ridden to see her at
an unusual hour over = dewy field.
You have then definitely given up
the sketch. of the writing out OF your
notes which you so kindly sent me!'
Yes" she said. and to his surprise
"Ah. l can't. of course. gainsay your
good taste there" he smiled Il accept
that suppose ! must pay the pen
atty of my lack of good faith. But it's
not about that l have ridden over. it
is to beg you will delay your going:
! can't read one word OF your writing
not a word!'
She looked amused and said. NO
one ever told me that before"
Put it. then. to my lack of educa-
tion.' he laughed. but please come
and read 1t to me, or at least help me
to decipher."
The village clock struck In the re-
mote distance some part OF the hour
and Miss Carew started.
There. it is half-past seven, Mr..
Tempest. l must co.
You mean you won't come to Cra-
ven to-day and read your manuscript
to me?"
She hesitated.
"Why?-why not?" he asked quietly.
If he had searched his wit through
he could not have fallen upon a better
question. He blocked her path, his
horses coat reddening in the sunlight
that now began to brighten.
why won't you Gomez"
Why should she not? In all the
world to care-or praise or blame
she saw only the trim figure of Polly
Ramsdill and her honest. curious eyes.
As II there were Polly alone to know
or remark, weakly she said:
Mrs. Ramsdill thinks l have left
Cravenford."
Exultant, but keeping his triumph
under. Mr.. Tempest said:
mo, she doesn't l stopped there in
passing and told her-not quite an un.
truth-that an important message had
come for you which might delay you"
They had started to walk along side
by side across the fields. His bride
was over his arm as she walked be-
side him, lovely in the weaknessa and
the grace a woman's yielding kives
her to mans eyes. Tempest, even
then-in the barren field, the open
road near by-Tempest contemplated
stealing his arm around her and dsev.
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What did she feel Of the rush and
throb his pulse and brain trembled
under? A fierce Joy at his victory
came across his face as 1t bent upon
her its recklessness and devil-may care
freedom. only day." he unused,
an hour-and, my God. haven't q
right to tear from fate what CAM"
He may have been about to speak
to her-to touch her-when she unex-
pectedly turned to him her frank, pure
eyes. There was something SO virgin,
SO young, SO good in her face, trans
cending her beauty, that he was
ashamed. The miraculous purity OF
her unspoiled country seemed typified
in her. His spirit changed within him
and his voice was very gentle as he
said:
(To BE coNTINUED1
A Girl and Her Money.