The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1910-08-05

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"AbOut what?"
"You don't want to hcar?"
"Ah. But do"
"AIl right, then" He turned on her
swiftly. Il was inst looking" he said,
at your hair. I'll bet the angels have
halOs like that"
The secretary blushed. It's horrid
hair" she said, giving it vindictive
little pull that only brought it to
more charming disarray. Il hate the
color of it. Why. when | was a child
never could bear to have the heroines
| of the fairy tales have a shining head
of golden hair, and | used to think
mine was gold, and one day when
said 50 and was told, No, your hair is
red, not gold | cried for days after
ward"
won poor little thing" he said. his
face as full of sympathy as if those
| teas had just been shed. And for the
! life # her the secretary couldn't help
| her lip trembling, though she knew it
was absurd and was very much
ashamed of herself Vincent broke the
| on the Dead BarOns of Wyckhoff, ="
he suggested. 1t was evident that our
| affair of last night was uppermost in
| his mind, for his air was very alb
| stracted.
no, thank you, my lord. This is
my evening off. | am no longer Miss
Marsh, the secretary, but Miss Marsh,
the lady of leisure"
81 didn't think of it as work, and
thought perhaps you didn't, either,
when we did it together"
Little boys shouldn't think it's
bad habit" she said, severely; be
sides, you talk like Il in the Dolly Dia-
| logues.'"
At this Vincent's face grew desper-
ate, and | saw that she had goaded
him into asking her the question that
had been on his mind all day, and |
nearly fell off the sofa in my efforts
to hear without being seen.
do II" he said. We'll, that's be-
cause I've something I've been want
ing to ask you all day long. It's some
thing very personal, and, of course,
| I've no right-that is, you won't think
So" the boy was stumbling pitifully,
but I've got to know; it's so hard to
believe that you would do it deliber-
ately. Is it true?"
Lord Wilfred." said the girl
strengthening up, you must speak
more clearly if you want me to under
stand what you have been saying"
TITS this" said Lord Wilfred, facing
| her abruptly and terribly in earnest.
Someone told me last night that you
were a married woman. Is it true?"
could not see the face of the Sec
rotary, but l could not help perceiving
the ring of truth in her voice.
I'm not married" she said, simply.
81 told Mr.. Terhune so because l
wanted to disabuse him of false i'm
| preston he was laboring under. But
what is it to you?"
This" said Wilfred, and he leaned
toward her suddenly and grasped her
hands and put his face within an inch
of her-I could see by the freight it's
look of determination and ineffable re-
| lief. The secretary gave a little cry
and drew back. l conjectured that
Wilfred was on the point of making
an irretrievable ass of himself, so |
interrupted proceedings by knocking
a book off the sofa and rising to. my
feet At the first sound of the book
falling the two had jumped to their
feet and stood, the girl shrinking close
to Wilfred and Wilfred with his arm
thrown around her
who goes there?" he said, sternly,
as he discovered my figure in the
gloom, and "Ah!-its you. Terhune,"
as | came into the circle of light, in a
tone l hope may never hear from him
again.
AS the secretary saw who it was she
sprang away and was gone from the
room in a second. ~. -r.'-.-
Well" he said with sheer, as the
curtains closed behind her, leaves
dropper, meddling as usual. What
can do for you?"
sat down on the stool. sit down."
said, with quiet authority, and We'll
| ments like this he forgets his indie
| pendence and remembers that at one
time he used to obey me habitually.
/ wanted to comfort him. but | knew
my duty better. Vincent" | said, ap-
pealingly, don't you see it won't do?
She's no match for you-a girl with no
family and no money and of her sta
ton in life. Give it up, l implore
you. Think of your father. There
has never been a mesalliance in the
family; it would break his heart"
Vincent raised his head Mrs.
Armistoad says her family is perfectly
respectable" he said q asked her"
Perfectly respectable" | repeated,
contemptuously. Think Of a Vincent
marrying girl who has nothing in her
favor but the fact that her family was
! perfectly respectable,'
Vincent sighed pathetically and
delivered one more blow Think"
said; your brother Edmund is over