The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1910-11-04

ciasped his hand. then with sudden
eagerness. Ashton examined a photo
graph which hung upon the wall above
the couch. II was the picture OF a
girl In gypsy costume: her eyes shone
laughingly beneath the dusky bead
ed hair
only daughter. Mr.. Alden said pres
emily in an amused tone.
Ashton turned with a start. Yes"
he said quietly, Il have met her be-
fore"
The curtains parted and the girl
herself entered the room. She wore
a flowing white gown I'd the dark
braids were wound about her head.
She stood undecided moment. then
advancing. extended her hand. In ST.
lence she arranged the lights and
with a murmured word or two, with
drew.
With a great effort Ashton forced
himself to answer her fathers ques-
tons, to receive the necessary in
structions. AT last when he came
out into the moonlit gardens he saw
the white clad figure Of the girl and
she motioned him to a seat upon the
bench at her side.
80" she said smiling, the fortune
is really coming true"
He leaned forward and looked long
into her eyes. Yes" he answered
slowly. land you have my eternal
gratitude, but all evening | have been
asking myself many questions. Why
did you stoop to interest yourself in
the poor lonesome beggar at the lawn
fete-to give him place in the
business word it would have taken
years of faithfulness, perhaps, to
earn? How did you learn of the past
| failures, the"
Miss Alden put out a protesting
hand. 20, wait" she said. "and |
will tell you a story"
I'VE were riding one Jay down a
long Jersey road when something
happened to our automobile, and, to
add to our troubles, while the men
were working at the machine, down
came a heavy, soaking shower. the
kind that blows beneath the Tapping
curtains We were stalled before a
white farm house and In a moment
an old lady stood upon the porch
reckoning me to come inside.
quickly accepted her invitation while
the men went in search of a repair
shop She was such a comforting old
lady and called me Dearie' as she
went to make a cup of tea. while
wandered about the quaint old-fash-
toned parlor and inspected the pic
lures which hung upon the walls
There was one Of another old lady
who proudly wore a black silk own
while lavender cap rested upon her
white curls, and there@were many and
varied photographs of a sturdy fair
haired English lad My hostess told
me the history OF each as we drank
our tea. The stately lady was heI
sister in far away England-the clear
eyed boy was Harry Ashton, her sis
ter's youngest son. They were very
proud of you when you wore the col
lege cap and gown for your future
seemed full of promise.
"She told me Of the failures and
wherein you spoke of coming to this
county to make name for yourself
to show them that you could be worth
something after all. She was jubi
liant at the prospect Of seeing fo~the
first time the nephew of whom she
had heard so much.
1--WE were very friendly when we
cd az tho Oatawav and nrorr,.
Used to visit her again" The girl
sighed. This is such an age of
hurry" she said Though | have
travelled down many a Jersey road
since then, I have always missed the
one which led to the white farm house
door. Soon after, | was spending a
few days with friend in another city
and she persuaded me to assist as a
gypsy at a church lawn fete The
the rest of us merely helped out in
the picturesque effect.
las was passing through the
grounds the light of lantern shone
full upon the face of man and
recognized Harry Ashton at once
She laughed softly. 81 had not for
gotten the pictures and there cou'd
be no installing the likeness.
"As | turned to go. the utter de-
spondency of your attitude told that
you had failed in your quest. Curl
osity prompted me to question you,
and them She looked up az him
with her gypsy SMILE determined to
help YOU show them
"They say 1t takes a great deal of
influence to obtain any position in my
fathers Offices That may be true. but
we talked it all over together-he and
HE never refuses a wish OF mine. "
She arose and moved across the
lawn Ashton walked ut her side his
eyes resting upon the scarlet flowers
in her hair
Being English" he said haltingly.
land therefore rather slow OF spe y h.
am afraid that ! cannot properly
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