The Montana plaindealer. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1906-1911, 1911-04-28

OF her most sacred trust But uS
oeep-rooted feelings Of years could
not so easily be torn up and flung
aside.
In the midst Of her despair there
came a peremptory ring at the front
door. Tom! Her pulses bounded.
he had come back to her to tell her
mat he had found the owner Of the
glove and the reason for its being in
MS pocket! The solution flashed
Iuminously across her brain. She
rose, steadying herself by an effort,
and hurried to the door. But the man
standing there was a stranger.
1 beg your pardon" he commenced.
but l was told I might find Mr.. Pres
ton here?"
He left about a half hour ago"
said Betty jerkily. II think perhaps
you could reach him at his Office"
"Ihank you very much, but I'm
AFRAID shan't have time to get by
there. I'm trying to catch that $3.50
train south. l very carelessly walked
OF with his topcoat last night. We
Wer9 at the club together, and l left
first, taking his coat, which is the
counterpart OF mine, with me. If you
would be good enough to let him
know that l have left his at the club
and ask him to forward mine to At
lanta I should be greatly obliged"
Betty kept down her ex~hilaration
long enough to assure him that she
would be delighted" then turned and
re-entered the room in a tumult of
, emotions. The first thing she did was
r to ring up Preston's Office. He was
not there. He was not at home,
: either, and as time passed and there
came no answering call, she went
d YEARLY to bed and spent a dazed
night.
The following morning she read in
n the paper that the Third regiment
o would leave Immediately for the Phil
= ippines instead of two weeks hence
as originally ordered. She quilted
4 the breakfast table, leaving her food
A untasted. What II he had already
: gone and she would never see hin
n again? A little sob rose in her throa'
and choked her. All at once thu
possibility became a reality, and sh'
began to wiring her hands. She hat
sent him to his death-broken he.
IL own heart and his-acted the part o
a d~espicable wretch.
She went into the morning room
I and began to straighten the book
and papers. But the atmosphere sui
a located her and she hurried out t
nj the garden to cut fresh roses for tn
vases. The tears we're falling fast a
she bent to snip the flaming jscqut
minots from the bush, when suddenl
she felt the pressure Of warm palm
over her bullying eyes. Startled, sh
turned and Preston caught her in hi
. arms.
\ We're sailing at three" he sale
and l couldn't endure the thought {
D going 80 far without making n NOR
attempt. You-you'n not refuse I
tell me good-by, Betty? lit may b
the last time Wen ever meet"
Betty's roses dropped in a crimso
shower to the ground. When sh
could find her voice, she said trem'
N lousy: NO, l shall not tell you goo'
~ by, Tom, IL can't"
Preston's arms fell limp at his side
The light died out of his face. II
looked down for a moment and Dire
- her glance to his. Their eyes merged
hers, tentative, radiant; his, puzzle
deepening With shadows. Betty
| brave glance fickered beneath Il
y pleading tenderness of his. Preston
question hung mute upon his lips.
81 have other plans" she Will
- pered with her cheek against .
pe- sleeve. 81 mean to be r%evenged. co
seouentlv, l shall GO with you
,ost Regardless of possible passerst
Preston drew her to his arms.
AeAorrrnrA she told him about [