Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1912-12-19

tainly not at the big front door, And
generations of superiority had taught
the neighbors the futility Of calling
at the Fenway portals.
Nelson Travers stood in the. porch,
the big white fakes heaped upon his
broad shoulders.
Good evening, Fanella" he said as
If he had parted with her but yester-
day. Tomorrow is your birthday, l
believe, and Christmas, too. Will you
come for a ride with me?"
Miss FaneIIa gasped, as well she
might. This, after fifteen years Of ST.
Ience! Had it taken him so long to
recover from the repulse OF old
Madam Fenway?
What will the neighbors thInk?"
she gasped
you not, Fanella? Isn't that old
enough to act IS you please regard
less Of the neighbors?"
Il suppose it is, Nelson" she ad-
mitted with a smile. But where?"
VIII you trust me this once, Fanel-
Ia? I promise to bring you back
whenever you wish"
Miss Fanella looked into the white
night. Was she dreaming, OF could
this unlikely thing really have hap
pened in the deadening monotony of
her life?
What difference did it make. any
way Henceforth she would be only
nursemaid. She looked back into
Nelson Travers' honest eyes pleading
with her to trust him. About her the
stately old furniture upon which her
pride had fed SO many years, pleaded
in vain
Yes, she said, I'll come. I do not
know how far I shall go, though"
The man stepped into the old hall
ard held her coat. His lips closed
over his dispIeasure when he felt the
weight of it.
She did not remember the worn
gloves on the hall table, and only
thought about locking the door when
she saw Travers slip the key into his
deep pocket.
Wrapped IN robes, she seemed IN
conscious of the storm, realizing only
the pleasant sensation of companion
ship and warmth.
She was not even surprised when
he drew up before a low, ample house
and lifted her carefully to the door
stone.
III be in in a minute" he told
her. Take off your wraps and get
warm"
Miss FanelIa, her heart beating
high at her own audacity, opened the
broad door.
The wide, low rooms within opened
pleasantly together, lighted by can
dies on the mantels, and by softly
shaded lamps.
How pleasant" said Miss Fanella
aloud, going to the open fire, and
thinking Of her little stove in the but
ler's pantry.
Il have dreamed Of you sitting
here" said Travers quietly, coming to
her And now l am going to ask you
to eat supper with me-a Christmas
supper, you know"
Il shall be most delighted" an
swered Miss FanelIa with a smile.
The Fenway pride was mute for once.
1t was quiet supper. Fanella poured
the tea, conscious that hEx comDan-
ions eyes were following kse, and she
enjoyed herself with a fierce, defiant
sort OF enjoyment.
''Fanella," said the man, leading her
back to the fire, I will bless you for
ever for coming with me. I wanted
you to see my home, to understand
just how simple and unpretentious 1t
Is. know l am only a common farm
er, but I've always loved you, FaneI-
la. l cannot endure 1t to see you live
as you do, alone in that great house.
Won't you let me take care of you,
dear? l know ! am not good enough
for you. I realize what it must seem
like to you here, but"
1T is comfortable and-beautiful
Nelson" Her voice broke over the
words. But I do not deserve it. l
was not fair and honest with you
for l cared, always. l let my pride
and my family interferei
oh" she cried, shaken by sudden.
fierce sobs, why did you never come
back? They always do in stories-I
could not believe it was all over when
you went away!"
do you mean," said Travers, that
you would have given me different
answer if I had come back, FaneIla q"
She held out her hands-true Fen
way hands. Don't you know, dear,
that all women are privileged to
change their minds!" she asked.
What a fool I've been, FaneIIa. !"
groaned Travers, holding her close.
Fifteen years! Tell me, when did you
repent your coldness?"
Before you had reached the gate"
whispered Fanella, penitently.
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