Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1912-05-02

Waiting"
we're at least French enough to take |
dismissal. What do you want here, /
money? I warned you to live upon !
the allowance sent every month to
your bankers, for would pay no more
even to escape the intolerable dis /
grace Of your presence here. Did you !
imagine me so deserted that | would
accept even you as successor?
Wrong: you are not missed. My
nephew Richard takes your place, and
is fit to take It. Go back to Europe
and your low-born wife; there is no
lack in my household"
The voice broke in an excess Of saw
age triumph, and Lestrange took the
pause without movement or gesture.
81 am going. sir, and I shall never
come back" ne answered, never more
quietly II can take a dismissal. yes.
II ever have wished peace or hoped
for an accord that never existed be-
tween us, go cured Of such folly.
But hear this much, since l am ar
raigned at your bar: I have never
yet disgraced your name or mine I'm
less by the boys mischief which sent
me from college. The money you
speak Of, I have never used; ask
Bailey of it. IL you will" He hesitat-
ed. and in the empty moment there
came across the mile OF June. air
tho roaring noon whistle Of the fac
tory. Involuntarily he turned his head
/ toward the call, but as instantly re-
covered himself from the self.betray-
! al. There is another matter to be
arranged but there is no time now.
Nor even in concluding 1t will ever
come here again, sir"
There was tina. in his bearing, In
the dignifed carefulness of courtesy
with which he saluted the other before
turning to go, that checked even Eth
an French. But as Lestrapge crossed
the threshold of the little building,
Emily ran from the thicket to meet
him, her eyes a dark splendor In her
white face. her hands outstretched.
mot liAe this!" she painted. MOT
without seeing me! Oh. might have
guessed"
His vivid color and animation re.
turned as he caught her 10 him, heed
less of witnesses.
"You dare? My dear. my dear. not
even a question: There Is no one
like you. Say, shall take you now.
or send Dick for you after the race"
Mr.. French exclaimed some inartic.
ulate words, but neither heard him.
Send Dick" Emily answered, her
eyes on the gray eyes above her
Send Dick--I understand, I will
come"
He kissed her once, then she drew
back and he went down the terraces
toward the gates. AS Emily sank down
on the bench by the pavilion door
Bailey brushed past her, running after
the straight. 1.-the figure that went
, steadily on out OF sight among the
huge trees planted and tended by five
generations of Trenches.
Whe, the vistas of the park were
empty Emily slowly turned to face
, her "rsiiA
"!o Sve David Ffrench?" he asked
his vsf.s thin and harsh.
YES" she answered She had NJ
need to ask II Lestrange were meant
HE is married to some woman o
the music halls"
mo"
How do you know? He has tolt
J. your"
She lifted to him the superby conf
, dence Of her glance, although nervous
tremo,' shook her in wavelike sue
a cession.
3 II he had been married, he would
not have made me care for him. H
~ has asked me to be his wife,"
They were equally strange to eacl
other In these new characters, an
; equally spent by emotion. Neithe
moving, they sat opposite each othe
> in sileose. So Bailey found Their
when Ia came back later. to take hi
massive stand In the doorway. hi
l. hands in his pockets and his stron
Jaw set.
y Il think that things are Kind {
mixed up here. Mr.. French" he state
grimly. Il guess I'm the one
straighten them out bit; I've love
"a Mr.. David from the Hme he was XII
and never saw him get a square del
=, yet. You asked him what he was d.
a ing here-Ill tell you; he is l.
- strange"
10 There is degree OF amazemeI
which precludes speech: Mr.. Ffrenc
-. looked back at his partner, mute.
10 tu 4 ,t,
you to know; he'd have left witho,
your ever knowing. but for Miss Er
u. tlv, | guess I don't need to remin
~ you of what he's done; II II hadn
- been for him we might have close
~ our doors some day. He understand
az the business as none of US back.nur
p' Der. old-fashioned ones do; he toe
y, mold and shook some life into It. "
~ can make cars. but he can make pc
pie buy them. Advertising! WI
re Just that fool picture he drew on Il
IT back Of pad. one day. of a row
&c thermometers up to one hundr,
10 forty, with the sign 'Mercuries are
hs the top made more people notice"
as Bailey cleared his throat. HE VI
go always making people notice. a,
'e' laughing while he did 1t. He's risk,
to his neck on every course going,
az bring our cars in hrst. he's lent b
ed fame as a racing driver to help
along. And now everything IL fix
,yo,, ,yo ~opt ha' <hro-n