Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1910-01-14
CHAPTER Iv.--continued.

will you" she cried chaotically.
Il won't" declared. Its all right.
Why, Barbara, bless you. you knew
that. didn't your"
She nodded slowly. "Of course
ere never was-oh, why do you
AXE me say such things there
never was anything-anything be-
tween us, MIR. Twining. You don't
care for me. really, l am sure. You
never told me SO. and"
'No, l never told you So" I re-
peated. Il was waiting"
Don't" she begged. But, you see,
| didn't know. And, oh. it couldn't
have"
stopped and touched her hair with
my lips.
Never mind" said l; tell me about
who has been to see you. / want to
know everything, you know"
She lifted me grateful glance.
Mrs. Tyson Potter was here" she
said, and a new, singing smile
touched her lips. "She came to say
pleasantly unpleasant things. She told
me quite frankly that it was a wise
thing for poor girl like me to marry
rich. You wouldn't"
Il am not Mrs. Tyson Potter. The
old heathen."
Barbara flashed me a smile.
But it's rather the natural thing
for people to say of such an engage
ment" she protested moment later.
You know it is"
Nonsense! 1t isn't. And what do
you care what they say? Was there
ever betrothal that was not the sig
nal-gun for a perfect yolley of silly
chatter?'
She smoothed a crumpled frill of
lace.
Miss ,Winstanley has not been
here" she said significantly.
She's not in town. She left the
day before your engagement was an
nounced. Didn't you known
mo. Oh. I'm SO glad. l thought
she disapproved. And I'm so very
fond of her couldn't bear"
Nothing of the sort She'll write
Won the minute she hears, Of course
She has gone off somewhere with a
sick friend and probably hasn't heard
the news yet"
How comforting you are! It's such
feel estranged from her The bishop
was very kind. He sent me those
beautiful roses there"
"Where?s questioned | eagerly.
There on the table. Wasn't 1t ode
he should have chosen Soleil diOl
beauties? Why, where are they?" she
asked, as she turned to look at them
and so to avoid looking at me.
"They are in the south drawinf
room," l replied gravely; I'll go ant
get them"
caught the glimmer in her eyes al
I passed her.
When | came back she was stoop
ing so | could not see her face, blu
she spoke softly, 81 have asked Mr.
Ankony always to send me the pale
roses"
1t was the point beyond which
could not keep my head, nor my lips
"Rarbarai" | cried out foolishly.
You know how l dislike remind
ers." she said quietly. And ours ha
been misunderstanding
iiau 6ol hOlu Vi lily Sell again.
What did the bishop write your?
asked
"Ob, charming little note Ho sal
the most beautiful things in It,"
1T Is part of his mission-to sa
beautiful things"
: And how well he fills it! He 1
such dear"
so Mrs. Ankony says" remarSa,
Mrs. Ankony?"
Mrs. Jack-when he rides In til
I park with Miss Streeter"
e "Oh," and she smiled politely. Ho
many women smile politely whe
U their husbands relatives are me
Il toned!
"oh, perhaps you don't like her.
that it?"
81 suppose you will go to the Can
y dian Rockies for your bridal trip?"
suggested presently.
mo, mol" she cried sharply.
"You always said you would III
! that, you know"
Il have changed my mind"