Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-04-27

warrington stretched himself on the
lounge. Finally his aunt returned from
church.
Aha" he cried. sitting up and rub
bling his eyes.
Richard. l wish you had gone to
church his morning.
And watched the gossips and sca4
dal-mongers twist their barbs in MrX
B~ennin"fon's heart? Hardly?
She gaZed at him, nonplussed. There
was surely something uncanny in thi
boy. who always seemed to know what
people We're doing, had done or were
going to do.
Il wouldn't nave believed it OF my
congregation" she said.
Oh. Mrs. Bennington is a woman OF
the world; h understands how to
make barbs harmless. But that's why
l never go to church. 1t doesn't soothe
me as 1t ought to: 1 fall to easily into
the habit OF pulling my neighbours mind
into pieces. But Nv been thinking.
aunty.'
About what?"
About coming home to stay"
"Oh, Richard, IL you only would!"
sitting beside him and folding him In
her arms.
I'm thinking 1t over. ).
I'll be SO happy" the old lady cried
I'm going right out into the kitchen
myself and make me OF those cherry
RA>S JOu W rave WI
She disappeared, and Warrington
laughed. rose and stretched the sleep
from his arms and legs. and went up
stairs to dress. Yes. he would think
1t over. Besides, if he lived in Her
culaneum he could run over to the
Bennington home at any time of day.
His cheeks flushed Of a sudden.
Hang it, am lying to myself about
that girl? Is it the knowledge that
she'll be my neighbor that inclines me
to live here? know l shall miss her
II l stay in New York: I'm honest
enough to admit that. God knows I've
nothing but honor in my heart for
her. Why. 1 wouldn't even. kiss her
hand without old Jacks consent. Well.
we'll; the scene in the church Wednes-
day will solve all. doubts-if l have
any"
Later he walked slowly down town.
his cane behind his back, his chin in
his collar. deep in meditation.
The dog Jove ran hither and thither
importantly. All at once he paused,
~sti1ened. each muscle tense. War
rington. catching the pose. looked up.
A handsome trotter was coming along
at a walk. In the light road-wagon
was easy for Warrington to recognize
McQuade. who in turn knew that this
good looking young man must be the
dramattst. The two glanced at each
other casually. They were unac-
quainted. Not so the dogs. They had
met. The white bull tettered on the
seat. Jove barred his strong teeth.
How he hated that sleek, white brute
up there! He would have given his
life for one good hold on that broad
throat. The white dog was thinking,
too. Some day, when the time came,
he would clean the slate. Once he
had almost had the tan for his own.
And he hated the girl who had beaten
him OF with her heavy riding crop.
McQuade drove on and Warrington
resumed his interrupted study Of the
sidewalk. McQuade thought nothing
more about the fellow who wrote plays,
and the dramatist had no place in his
mind for the petty affairs Of the poll
tician. Fate. however. moves quite as
certainly and mysteriOusly as the cos.
mic law. The bitter fued between these
two men began with their dogs.
At h club Warrington found a few
lonely bachelors. who welcomed him to
tho long table In the grill room. but
ne was. In no mood for gossip and
whisky. He ordered q lfthia, drank It
quickly and escaped to the reading
room to write some letters.
Warrington finished his correspon-
dence. dined alone, and al 1880 started
up the street to the Benningtons.
Mrs. Bennington was very clad to
see him. She laid aside her book and
made room for him on the divan. They
telkeo ABOUT the weather. the changes
q had K place since the fall, q
scrap Of foreign travel Of mutual
interest. each hoping that the other
would he first to breach the subject
most vital to both. Finally. Mrs. Ben
nington realized that she could fence
no longer.
1T was very good Of Q to come.
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