Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1910-03-05

She noted how oblivtouR he vas &C
her presence. and. with the iInpefnosify
which was so apt 10 characterize hei
actions, she left the abbey Going rap
idly back TO her hotel and finding that
she could leave Aelrose AT once. she
packed her few belongings, made her
way 20 the station. and when Har-
court returned and called for her she
was gone. He was mystited enough.
What had happenedi He could not
imagine. He had not knowingly hurt
her In any way. How lonely II was
without her! How be missed her
bright. CHEEKY ways. the sparkle OF
her brown eyes. her girlish laughter!
''Can II be-" thought the young fell
low. that / am In loves"
Before The next day he felt there
could not he much doubt about IL for
he had never spent a more miserable
twenty-four hours. Then IL was that
he determined TO follow her and tell
her be loved her with all the ardor OF
4 nature that had never frittered itself
away in the love OF many women. He
Travelled day after day. getting now
and then a clew Of the girl. but he
never found her. and when he finally
reached London he was almost dis
courRged. He could not remember the
steamer she was 10 take back to Amer
lea nor the port from which she was
TO sail. but be scanned passenger lists
and haunted steamboat Offices with a
pertinacity that laid him open TO crii-
cism by his friends. who one and all
declared the truth-that he was in
love.
Gertrude. for her part. was misera-
BILE indeed. The thought Of the black
eyed beauty who had kissed the Eng
Ishman and called him Edward was
torture, but the thought she had so
tamely surrendered herself to a love
which had been unasked and evidently
uDdesired was far greater torture. BY
the time she had reached London she
was a very weary girl indeed. and she
waited impatiently for the time when
she was TO return TO America. In a
sort OF aimless way she did West
minister abbey and the galleries. and
during those days of waiting she took
q fancy 10 the Omnibuses, which are
so great a feature Of London life. Day
after day she rode on the tops OF the
buses. looking at the sights OF Lon
don. listening TO the sounds but for
the most part thinking Of the young
fellow who had become so mnch TO
her She was impatient with herself,
but she felt n little sorry for herself
also. and when one begins TO pity one
self one is in bad condition.
One evening she felt so thoroughly
blue and discouraged that she did that
which she had never attempted be-
fore in the evening-took a bus ride.
She was just homesick enough and out
OF sorts enough 10 want 10 lose her
self for a time In London traffic. She
went out to Trafalgar square. sig
nailed q bus, mounted to its top and
gave herself up 10 the contemplation
OF London streets in the evening from
the top OF q motor bus. She rode an
hour or so until. finally Rrousing her
self with a start. she saw that she
was approaching her starting point
She started down the steep flight OF
little stairs to the ground. JUST be-
fore she reached the bottom step the
bus gave a lurch. and Gertrude was
precipitated 10 the ground. Ii seemed
as II thousands Of vehicles were ready
and waiting to pass over her body.
There was shouting and ohths and
shrill screams from women, but In the
midst OF 1t all she felt herself lifted
by two strong arms set on her feet
and hurried TO a place OF safety.
Trembling and shaken. she looked up
TO her preserver. OF course ii could
be none other than the Englishman.
There was only one pair of strong
arms Ike that in the world.
Three times and out. my darling
said Harcourt. You are not to be
trusted alone ever any more. You are