St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1910-09-14

was only nightmare, his face cover
ed with | shiyered. but I had
caught glimpse of him on the boule-
ward. and OF all the dreudful''-
"0h. but he wasn't always dreadful
she interposed quickly. HE was q
fascinating sort of person. quite charm.
ing and good looking. when she rar
away with him. though he was horri
bly, dissipated even then. He always
had been that. OF course she thought
she'd be able to straighten him out
poor girl. She tried for three years
three years it hurts one to think OF
You see. it must have been something
very like grand passion to hold hel
through pain three years long"
"Or tremendous pride" said l. Two
men make an odd world of 1t for the
rest of us. There was good old George
as true and straight a man as ever
lived''-
"And she took the other! Yes
Georges sister laughed sorrowfully.
''But George and she have both sur
vived the mistake" l went on. with
confidence. Her tragedy must have
taught her some important differences
Haven't you a notion she'll be tremen.
dously glad to see him when he comes
back from America 2"
''Ah, do hope so!' she cried. 'You
see, I'm fearing that he hopes so, too
to the degree of counting on It,"
"You don't count on 1t yourself?"
She shook her head. with any 9th
er woman should
SsTUhu not TUith Mrs
cousin Louise has her ways" said
Miss Elizabeth slowly. and. whether
she could not further explain her
doubts or whether she would not. that
was all got out of her on the subject
at the time. / asked one or two more
questions, but my companion merely
shook her head again, abiding vaguely
to her Cousins ways" Then she
frightened suddenly and inquired
when l would have my things sent up
to the chateau from the inn.
At the risk Of q misunderstanding
which I felt could i'll afford / resist
ed her kind hospitality. and the out
come of 1t was that there should be a
kind of armistice, to begin with my
dining at the chateau that evening
did anybody ever tell you," was her
surprising inquiry. that you are the
queerest man of these timesY'
'No," / answered. Don't you think
you're a queerer wOmanw
"Footlev' she cried scornfully. BE
off to your woods and your woodscap-
ingw
Her bay horse departed at smart
gait.
My work was accomplished after a
fashion more or less desultory that
day. / had many absent moments.
was restless and walked more than |
painted and returned to the inn earlieS
than usual.
While dressing l sent word to Pro-
lessor Keredec that should not be
able to join him at dinner that evening.
Miss Elizabeth had the courage to
take me under her wings when I ar
rived in acceptance Of her invitation,
placing me upon her left at dinner, but
sprightlier calls than mine demanded
and occupied her attention. At my 9TH
er side sat a magnifcently upholstered
lady who offered fine shoulder and
the rear wall Of collar of pearls for
my observation throughout the evening
as she leaned forward talking eagerly
with a male parsonage across the Ia
BILE. This was a prince ending in ski. -
He permitted himself the slight vagary
Of wearing a gold bracelet, and per-
haps this flavor Of romance drew the
lady.
The banquet was drawing to a close
when Miss Elizabeth leaned toward
me and spoke.
"Anne Elliott. yonder. is asking you
a question:" she repeated, nodding at