The Whitefish pilot. [volume] (Whitefish, Mont.) 1904-current, 1910-10-27

- Boyd had recOunted the his
tory Of his pilgrimage into the north.
YES, he replied: ''as miner l am
very wretched failure"
+ She shrugged her shoulders in dis
approval
Don't use that term" she cried.
There Is no word so hateful to me
lis 'fai.ure'-I suppose because father
has never failed in anything. Let us
say that your success has been de-
layed."
Very WELL That suits me better
also. but you see I've forgotten how
to choose nice words"
They We're seated in the library,
where for two hours they had remain
ed undisturbed. Emerson talking rap
idly. almost incoherently.
And You did all that for me-" she
unused. Il wonder if any other man
l know would take those risks Just for
-mc."
"Of course. Why. the risk. l mean
the physical peril and hardship and
discomfort. don't amount to-that." He
snapped his fingers. 1T was only the
uncllGing desoiation that hurt; it was
the separation from you that punished
me-the thought that some luckier fell
low might
"NClSense!" Mildred was really in
disnant. II told you to fix your own
time. and | promised to wait Even If
l had not-cared for you l would have
kept my word. That is Wayland
principle. AS 1t is, it was-compara.
lively easy"
Then you do love me. my lady?'
He leaned eagerly toward her.
do you need to ask?" she whisper
ed from the shelter of his arms. 1T
is the same old fascination Of our girl
and boy days. Do you remember how
completely lost my head about you?'
She laughed softly. II used to think
you wore football suit better than
anybody in the world! Sometimes
suspect that it is merely that same
girlish hero worship and can't last
But it has lasted-so far. Three years
Is long time for girl like me to
wait. isn't it,"
81 know. ! known he returned jeal.
ously.
"Rut legions of men are counting you
Oh. ] know. Haven't l devoured so
ciety columns by the yard? The pa
pers were six months old, to be sure
when ] got them. bat every mention
Of you WAS just like knife stab Il
me. used to torture my lonely sou
With pictures OF you. You were never
out OF mind for an hour My days
were given TO you. and I used to pray
that my dreams might hold nothing
but You. You have been my fetish
from the first day met you. and my
worship has grown binder every hour
Mildred. Oh. my lady. how beautiful
you are.'
And indeed she was. for her face, or
dinarily 80 imperious. was now softly
alight: her eyes. which other men
found cold. we're kindled with a .rar.
warmth Ut understanding: her smile
was almost wistfully sweet.
He recalled how excited he had been
In that PARKWAY time when he had
first learned her identity. for the name
Of Wnyland was spoken soundingly III
the middle west. In the early stages
of their acquaintance he had look ed
upon her alOofness as an affectatiOn
but Il close intimacy had compelled a
recognition Of It rs something wholly
natural. He found her as truly pa.
trician rs Wayne Wayland. her father
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greater than that Of many princes. and
his power more absolute. His only
daughter he spoiled as thoroughly as
he ruled his part of the financial world
and willful Mildred. once she had taken
an Interest in the young college man Sc
evidently ready to be numbered among
her lovers. did not pause half way
but made her preference patent to all
and opened to him a realm of dazzling
possibilities.
And when he had graduated how
proud Of her he had been! How little
he had realized the gulf that separated
them. and how quick had been his
awakening!
1t was Wayne Wayland who had
shown him his folly. He had talked
to the young engineer kindly. II firmly.
being too shrewd an old diplomat to
fan the fame Of headstrong love
with vigorous opposition.
Mildred is rich GIRL" the old
fnancier. had told Boyd. "a very rich
girl. one Of the richest girls in this
part Of the world. while you. my boy
what have you to OfferT'