The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1911-03-08

But love descends-my son will find
revealed
My love by his. | bow resigned my
head;
Yet love. alas! comes idly to the
dead"
-Warburton Pike.
A slight shadow gathered upon
Father Conroy's face at the mention
of the twins
"Ah," he said, Miss Morrison and
don't often disagree, but wish
she had started you upon your works
of mercy with some less difficult
case than that"
why, l don't think it's a difficult
case said Vernon brightly.
NO, / don't suppose you do. There
fearlessness which is the result
of ignorance, you know he said,
with his humorous smile But it is
of no use to veX myself over spilled
milk and you have Miss Morrison to
| turn to. She tells me that, consider
ing what a spoiled child you have
been. you are usually very docile.'
Spoiled child, indeed cried Yer
non, ruffling.
He laid hand upon her shoulder.
you cannot tell how profoundly
thankful / feel that your love has
not gone out to this poor fellow Glad
wynn he said with gravity. You
have no doubt on the subject, speak
ing solemnly, as in Gods sight?'
''No doubt at an,'' said the girl
emphatically. my mind was in an
uncomfortable kind of haze until
this morning. My talk with you has
smoothed it all out. | had never
Thought of that before-that you
have to swear to love
1T is the all embracing Christian
virtue"
Yes; and to nmrry when you
could not promise tha, whole-hearted-
ly, would be to do the man
wrong"
Il am sure that 1t would"
We'll, then, | see clearly that all
can do is to meet Lionel and tell
him that | hate to make him un-
happy, but it can't be helped
Il fear not. Off with you to your
work then, and do not spoil Olive
Fletcher completely
Certainly not But | have three
other cases first. | will go to the
Fletchers last. Good-by."
She ran off. 1t was nearly two
hours later when she went into the
cottage. Olive was ironing very
pretty white muslin blouse, trimmed
with lace, at the kitchen table, while
the twins slumbered in their cots,
She was pale, but she was regaining
some of her girlish prettiness; and
as her arm followed the line of the
muslin on the board in long firm
sweep, her eyes downcas upon her
work, her lashes sweeping her cheek,
Vernon could not help admiring
her and owning that a man might
feel her charm very strongly.
She looked up with bright smile
as Vernon entered. She had great
deal to say. She had been making
hats for the babies, and these were
exhibited and admired. She was go
ing out for a few minutes now,
down to the village, and hoped Miss
Wilmot would excuse her running
away, but she had to take her chance
to slip out while they were asleep
! She went upstairs, came down again
in a very becoming hat, and unhook-
ing a bag from behind the door,
went out, saying that mother would
be back in a very few minutes time,
if Miss Wilmot would be so kind as
to wait till she came in, so as not
to leave the babies alone.
Vernon sat down to wait as desired
beside the tiny hearth, gazing at
the sleeping child in the cot nearest
her. 1t was, not long before old Mrs.
Fletcher returned, and she brought
Whit with her which unpleasantly
suggested the public-house. She greet
ed Veron very amiably, making some
apology for olives behavior in 60
ing away and leaving her in charge.
But Joe Collins, he's after her
again, coming about the place" she
said. Shouldn't wonder if they got
married, when the years out
Indeed said Vernon, conscious OF
her deep inward distaste. She rose
to go, for old Mrs. Fletcher's con
versation was at no time a pleasure
to her; and she was putting on
her gloves when the old woman,
slyly nudging her, said in a whisper: