The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1910-08-24

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show different symptoms in different
minds, and she spoke hesitatingly.
Il thought that when people who
loved each other were together they
were always gloriously happy" she
ventured. 1--WE always heard So"
Audrey sighed.
Eyes" she said; "but that's only at
the beginning. That's before they
quite know, I think; and the feeling
gradually goes when they are abso-
lutely sure. Then, you see, they real
ize so deeply the awful tragedy OF
life without each other, that they
can never forget 1t for an instant.
And there's something about love
which makes you quite certain that
only the tragedy can be yours. Like
Romeo and Juliet, you see, only quite
different"
Tormentilla's experience found a
grain Of truth in these vague senti-
ments, but she pursued her theme.
do you love him better than any
thing else--father and mother and
worldly wealth and trifes like that?"
she demanded.
"Oh, much" said Audrey. That's
the pity of it, as 1 told mother. MOI
wisely, dearest I said, but too
WE'LL"
Does he love you enough to take
you without money!"
Audrey looked shocked. "Of
counsel" she cried. 1--WE always told
him that my face was my fortune,
and he quite realizes it. The first
thing he ever told me was that he
lived me for myself alone"
Then, why not marry him."
Audrey looked sharply up. Marry
him." she said. "But how can l, Ii
father"
Never mind your father" said
Tormentilla abruptly. Run away"
run away" Audrey's eyes lit
up.
Eyes, run away" Tormentilla pur-
sued doggedly; IF you really con-
slider the world we'll lost for love an
all that kind of thing, prove it."
"It's a perfectly fascinating idea,'
Audrey murmured admiringly.
"Elope." Tormentilla was quite
carried away by her enthusiasm.
"You are t~wenty-one. You can 90
as you like. Take matters into your
own hands. Your father is too fond
of you to hold out long, I'm sure. and
your mother is always kind. She
plead your cause when it comes to
the point" -.
Its a beautiful thought" said
Audrey dreamily, Ito miss the we'd
ding and the dreadful cake and con-
gratulations and presents and all the
superficial Haunting show, but I'm
afraid it will never occur to MI
cnael."
Tormentilla rose impatiently.
make it occur to him!" she cried.
"Next time he asks you to marry
him. tell him you will. If he asks
when, say, Now That's ALL
But it wouldn't be quite nice,
would it," murmured Audrey in her
flower-lik's way
"Ohi" Tormentilla strobe across
the drawing-room and opened an
other window. You do have your
rooms hot" said she. DO you nina
If I open this" I think T can talk
better in the fresh air.
Please d." said Audrey. It's SO
charming of you to be so candid. I've
always admired it from the very be-
ginning. 1 said to mother, Dearest
I said. isn't it splendid to find a girl
who is so sincere and yet nice as
well?' And mother said, 1t Is in
deed But wont it he rather
draughty if both the windows are
open at once? Mr.. Bromsgreve was
saving only yesterday that fresh air
same straight from heaven, but thai
a draught was most dangerous
Tormentilla turned from the win
dow quickly. do you see much OF
Mr.. Bromsgrove?" cried she curl
ously.
Eyes" Audrey's eyes fell again.
HE is a great favorite with mother
and father. And sometimes 1 am
afraid he comes rather too often. 1t
makes n wonder what he comes for
And Michael is so horribly jealous.
It is natural that he should be, OF
course because, you see, poor darling,
he isn't the same persona grata in the
house."
do you like him." Tormentilla
put the question like a challenge.
Eyes, quite; but only as a friend,
naturally. He is so clever, isn't he?
So much depth Of character. Still
waters u deep I said to mother
only the other day, about him. And
mother said, Yes, indeed
To be continued.