Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1910-08-19
AN INTERRUPT
Ed WOOING

beauty that sparkled about him. Sud
denly vivid stretch of green stud
ded with dandelions cleaned before
him. THE field of the cloth of gold,
murmured the rider, with admiration
refining in his horse. The field sloped
gradually up to small white house
nestled in a grove of blossoming
locust trees.
(Enter the heroine.) An azure-clad
| figure emerged from a side door, and
3 fitted toward him, the sun flashing
from the pail which the goddess blithe
ly swung. Her hair was fair and her
i eyes were amber, quickly hid, how.
/ ever, by dark lashes which swept her
/ cheek beneath his gaze. AS he reluct
antly rounded the bend in the road he
/ heard a pump handle worked vigor-
ously.
4 (Enter the chaperon.) From the
kitchen window girl in a bingham
apron watched the tagging horseman.
''Lochinvar on the trail!" The
smothered laugh reached the ear of
/ the man in riding clothes, who sud
/ denly appeared in the open door, his
/ dark head uncovered, and his gray
eyes daring as he caught the sup
/ pressed merriment.
"A weary traveller begs a drink of
water" He flashed an irresistible
smile at the girl in the Bingham apron,
and a comical look at the pile of
cakes. The three broke into a laugh
and an extra plate was quickly laid.
After a merry meal he shortly took
his leave.
81 thank you for the best breakfast 1
! ever tasted" he looked politely at
the girl in the bingham apron. And
for the happiest time of my life;" he
looked resolutely into the depths Of a
/ pair of amber eyes.
/ Examining the card he left they
/ read Paul Maitland"
/ Bob Welsby, the husband of the girl
in the Bingham apron, was forever
sounding the praise of Paul Maitland,
the young Englishman whose friend
ship he had made in India, and to
whose visit to America he had been
looking forward. Bob was at the pres
ent time on a business trip in Seattle,
and his wife and her friend had re-
+ tired to this picturesque spot for a
/ few weeks sketching. They were sure
this was Bob's Paul, as the description
fitted perfectly, and the accent was
unmistakable.
The next morning at an unseeming-
( " ri Cd nv
the clatter of galloping hoofs over the
culvert near the house.
Positively no meals served before
p. m" murmured a fair-haired maid
sleepily.
When they opened the kitchen door
box of violets and a basket of chO-
colates bore silent testimony.
(Enter the villain) That morning
they received the discouraging intelli-
/ gence that the Welsbys' cook had Civ
en- her notice. When an eager young
Englishman dashed up to the cottage
the next morning re found a vacant
house.
A year had passed. A girl and a
man sat at dusk on the piazza of a
| fashionable summer hotel
MOI" the girl Was saying inpatient
ly, not if you ask me every day for
the rest Of my life"
Then came the mans voice in de-
lection.
81 believe there is someone else!"
Yes" answered the girl. There
Is someone else!"
new arrival, sitting just around
the corner, tore himself away from
! his conversation with mixed emo
ions He had recognized instantly
| the voice of the charming American
/ girl who had drifted toward him
across the field of gold when the To-
! Gust trees sent forth their fragrant
/ breath, and the day and his hope were
young. Her declaration, There is
someone else" filled him with despair.
Later he stood by one of the long
| windows of the ball room, looking in
at the dancers. He felt like one in a
dream as she came floating toward
him to the rhythm of the music, her
lovely eyes full upon his in startled
recognition. In that look he forgot
/ everything save that she knew him
aagin. He made his way to her, and
/ in a moment more they were moving
/ over the floor to the rhythmic pulsa-
/ tons of the violins. Now tread We a
measure" said young Lochinvar.
"Why did you run away?" were the
/ first words spoken as he led her to
-vine-covered nook.
Because the Welsby's cook left,
was the prosaic answer. "Why didn't
you call on Mrs. Welsby in town? You
told Bob you would?"
81 did CALL" protested the English
/ man. when you didn't return to the
cottage l made inquiries and then
called at Mrs. Welsby's directly A
fat Swedish servant told me the la.
dies had gone to Seattle to join Mr..
Nelsby."
"The wreck" exclaimed the girl
at was the cook She didn't want
guests and took that way to get rid
of you"
'And," went on Paul, reproachfully
81 went to Seattle and I've been trav'
cling over these United States ever
since-only to find at last that there
is someone else-I heard you say So
After a long pause. There is-so
far-as some are concerned" came
family.
But so far as I am concerned?'
Hope vibrated in the deep voice. A
moment and the American girl had re
covered herself.
81 thought Englishmen were slow,
she retorted, gayly. eve haven't been
introduced yeti" - FLORENCE J.
! YOUNG.
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