The Calumet news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 1907-1938, 1911-11-14


folio and arose 10 her stately height.
Pauline" she said in her slow con-
tralto, 81 have instructed James 10
lay out a new court on the north side
Of the house. In the meantime please
do not play tennis"
"Why notT asked Pauline boldly.
because / desire it," returned her
aunt haughtily. THAT should be rea-
son enough, Pauline. but l will add
that the owners Of the house next door
have returned, and l forbid any one
OF my household having communica-
ton with them"
II am sorry" said Pauline calmly,
"but / have been talking with the son,
Paul Graham"
what do you mean? Where did you
meet himg" demanded Miss Greye
quickly.
In a few words Pauline related the
incident which had led TO her acquaint-
ance with young Graham. "He said
he used 10 know you when he was a
little boy, Aunt Ruth, but If you don't
wish me to 1 won't speak to him
again"
Miss Greyes fine eyes blazed with
anger. 81 do not forbid you 10, Pau
line. but / hope you will not. Paul
Graham's father is a detestable man.
When l tell you that once upon time
/ was engaged TO marry him he was
widower, and Paul was little lad in
dresses then. Walter Graham Is a
publisher, and / showed him poem 1
had written. Pauline, he laughed at
It."
Pauline startled by this sudden con-
fdence, knew not what TO say. Max
ers Of books and publishers were re-
mote beings who rarely strayed into
her practical little world. Sdll, she
longed TO comfort the troubled woman.
Perhaps he laughed because-was
It humorous poem, Aunt Ruth?" she
asked timidly.
Humorous scoffed Miss Greye. 'It
was called Loves Dirge.'"
ooh" said Pauline family. 81 have
no doubt IL was a beautiful poem"
ut was" admitted the poetess brief
~. after that, OF course. everything
was ended between Walter and me.
had the gate in the rose garden nailed
up, and now the hedge has so over
grown IL that it cannot be found. &c
is like the incident-it is closed for
ever"
"And overgrown with the roses of
memory" murmured Pauline as she
left the room and went upstairs.
In the library Ruth Greye stood
with down bent head, her eyes fixed
on the rug at her feet THE roses Of
memory" she repeated softly, and
there were tears in her eyes.
At the end OF six weeks the repairs
on the stone house were about COM
pleted. Father and son had overseen
the regeneration Of the neglected es-
tate until it verify bloomed as the
roses that crowded It. Paul Graham
had registered time by his encounters
with Pauline Greye.
They had met many times. Four
times he had passed her pony cart as
his motor whizzed by. Then he had
tired OF the car as an unsOciable
means Of locomotion and mounted a
horse. Often he had overtaken her
equipage and ridden slowly beside her
as they talked, for Pauline had de-
cided she would avail herself TO Miss
Greye's permission and continue her
! acquaintance with the most interest
ing young man she had ever met.
Their acquaintance ripened quickly,
and one day when Pauline returned
home and saw the reflection Of her
own happy face In the mirror she
blushed as she realized she had learn
ed the most beautiful thing in the
! world After that she did not drive
She shyly kept TO the northern grounds
or dreamed over a book in the wide
veranda.
Paul haunted the roads restlessly.
His own love was an acknowledged
fact TO himself. yet because OF Pau
lines unguarded position he dared not
trust himself to see much OF her, and
he was miserable when she, too, hid
herself away.
One gloriously beautiful morning
Ruth Greye arose from a sleepless
couch and walked slowly among the
dew drenched roses I'm her garden.
She stopped now and then to inhale
the fragrance of a Cloth Of Gold rose
or TO break a tiny cluster of half open
ed buds. Suddenly she came TO the
place where the hedge had overgrown
the rustic gate. She stopped abruptly
and looked with startled eyes.
The hedge had been carefully trim
med away, and the rustic gate, releas-
ed from its fastenings, swung idly
with the light breeze. Ruth moved
close TO the hedge and buried her face
IN the sweet smelling roses.
There was n firm step on the path,
and she looked up quickly TO meet the
glance of Walter Graham on the other
side Of the rustic gate. Her breath
came quickly, and she summoned all
her pride and fortitude to steel her
heart against her former lover.
His hand was on the swinging gate.
"You have opened It at last, Ruth"
he said in low tone. Ibid you open
1t for me after all these yearsT
She did not answer. She was look
ing through the vistas of the rose gar
den, for In the distance two people
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