Putnam patriot., 1912-03-22

-The doctor says he will soon be about again"
 Petty. wish you wouldn't go there again-that's a good girl!" he said tactfully. and as he conceived it. afrecuonately. Betty glanced up quickly.
 why. Tom. why shouldn't I go there?"
 Tt might set people gossiping. l reckon there's been pretty near enough talk about you and Charley Norton" The planters tone was con ciliatory in the extreme. he dared not risk a break by any open show or authority.
 You needn't distress yourself. Tom. I don't know that shall go there again. said Betty indinerently.
 At Thicket Point Charley Norton, greatly excited, hobbled into the li- brary in search of Darlington. He found him reading by the open win dow.
 Look here, Bruce!" he cried. Its settled; she's going to marry me! Cant you wish me joy?"
 Darlington held out his hand.
 You are not going to take any risks now, you have too much to live for" he said haltingly.
 No, I'm to keep away from Belle Plain," said Norton happily. She in- sists on that. Everything is to be kept a secret until we are actually married; it's her wish"
 Its to be soon. then?" Darlington asked. still haltingly.
 Very soon."
 There was brief silence. Caring ton, with face sverted, looked from the window.
 you need me- he presently said. Miss Malroy asked me to. and then I am going back to the river, where 1 belong"
 Betty ate supper with big Steve standing behind her chair and little Steve balancing himself first on one foot and then on the other near the door.
 The long French windows, their curtains drawn, stood open. She wandered down to the terrace. There was the sound of a step on the path. Betty turned. It was Darlington who stood before her, his face haggard. Without a word he stepped to her side and took her hands rather rough ly.
 What am I to do without your What is this thing you have done?" Betty's heart was beating with dull sickening throbs.
 If you had only comei" she moaned. Now I am going to be mar ried tomorrow. 1 am to meet him at the Spring Bank church at ten o'clock"
 How can I give you up?" he said, his voice hoarse with emotion. He put her from him almost roughly, and leaning against the trunk of tree buried his face in his hands. Betty watched him for moment in wretehed silence.
 Its good-by-" he muttered.
 She went to him, and. as he bent above her, slipped her arms about his neck.
 Kiss me" she breathed.
 He kissed her hair, her soft cheek. then their lips met.
 Another hot September sun was beating upon the earth as Betty gal loped down the lane and swung her horses head in the direction Of Ra- leigh. She would keep her promise to Charley and he should never know what his happiness had cost her.
 Norton joined her before she had covered a third of the distance that separated the two plantations.
 We are to go to the church. MT. Bowen will be there; I arranged with him last night; he will drive over with his wife and daughter, who will be our witnesses, dear" .
 Afterward Betty could remember standing before the church in the fierce morning light; she heard MT. Bowens voice, she heard Charley's voice, she heard another yoice-her own, though she scarcely recognized it.
 "I'll tie the horses, Betty" said Norton.
 Gro Be Continued)
 A New White Race.
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