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

the paper in her lap and the pleas
ant breakfast room darkened before
her. Mr.. French continued speaking
Of Dick, unheard.
When the long meal was ended and
her uncle withdrew to meet Bailey In
the library, Emily escaped outdoors.
There was a quaint summer house
part way down tho park, an ancient
white pavilion standing beside the
brook that gurgled by o.. its way to
the Hudson. where the young girl
often passed her hours. She went
there now, carrying her little work
| basket and the newspaper containing
the picture Of Lestrange.
II will save IT," was her thought.
perhaps may find better ones--this
does rot show his face--but I will
have this now. It may be long time
before | see him"
But she sat with the embroidery
scissors in her hand, nevertheless,
without cutting the reprint. Lestrange
would return to tie factory, she never
doubted, and all would continue us be-
fore, except that she must not see
him. He would understand that It was
not possible for anything else to hap
pen, at least for many years. Perhaps,
after Dick was married.
The green aud gold beauty Of the
morning hurt her with the memory
of that other sunny morning, when nc
had so easily taken from her the task
she hated and strove TO bear. And he
had succeeded how he mad succeeded
Who else in the world could have sc
transformed Dick? Leaning on the
table, her round chin In her palm az
she 2aZed down at the paper in hei
lap. her fancy slipped back to thai
night on the Long Island road, whei
she had first seen his serene genius
for setting all things right. How Ike
h.in that elimination of Dick, instead
Of 2 romantic and impracticable at
tempt to escort her himself.
A burh cracked stifny at some one'I
passage; n shadow fell across her.
Caught" laughed Lestrange's glad
exultant voice. since you look at thu
portrait. how shall the original fea
to present himself? See, car
match" He held out card burned a
tho corners and streaked with dul
red, The first time l saw your writ
ing. and found my own name there"
Amazed. Emily sat up, and met il
his glowing face all incarnate joy o
life and youth
OH" she gaspcd piteously.
You nre surprised that | am here
My dear, my DEAR after last night di
you think could be anywhere else =?
THE race"
Il know that track too we'll TO nee
much practice. and l had the machin
ont at dawn. My partner Is busy prat
ticing this morning, and III be back |
3 a couple Of bcurs. I was afraid" tn
: gray eyes were so gentle in their bri
. llancy, ~ was afraid you might worr.
EMILY"
Screneiy he assumed possession {
. her, ana the assumption WAS yer
sweet He had not touched her, ye
: Emily had the sensation of brutal
. thrusting him away when she spoke
How could l do anything else
=. she asked with desolation. "since W
must never meet each other an
= more? Only, you will not go far ava
you will stay where can sometime
see you as we pass? IL think
could not bear It to have you c
away"
Emily"
u The scissors clinked sharply to tn
!, floor as she held out her white HAND
, N depreciation of his cry; the teal
rushed to her eyes.
You know, you know! I am NJ
= frse; am Emily French. / cann'
fat my uncle and grieve him as h
son did. Oh, will never marry ar