New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-06-15

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CHAPTER V. The Breeze Again
IOHN STANFIELD didn't blame Pamela Bit Who
J ever he thought Of those days at Wadebridge 4.
seemed to see them from the girls pou. Of yew-rstl
than from his own He knew exactly how She ri,
The fact that she hadn't wanted to see him, had me-
erred the kindly village doctor and the audlady ddn,
hurt him. for he interpreted 1t as meaning that the one
golden day and the one silver evening when Fate hal
tossed them together must have been gnifcantly d1
fercnt 20 her too
If what he had told her that night on the bridge had
meant nothing more than the casual, friendly talk a
any other stranger she'd have let him DO as much r.
her as the other strangers did. He was welcome Ia
told himself, to whatever poor comfort there might te
in that idea.
But he had left the event to the arbamcnt Of Fate
Fate had decided it Enthusiastically. a. 'athersd death
had happened even a week later, they g.t have been
far enough along that even so great shock as that
could not have taken her away from him. And Il he
had met her for the first time week later just Friendly
stranger the thing might have begun then. But as /
was there was no help for it.
He packed his lnapsack and trudgei away on wha,
he had lightheartcdly embarked on holiday He
didn't even make the pretcnsc Of telling himself that
he was not in love with her that what had happened
was just pleasant little episode that would pass away
and leave no trace.
he memory OF ncI SLlFtl Itnl4t ne SWurg
along the road; carried him back % that evening yher
they had walked together. And in the ungs at The
little inns where he found shelter for he night Their
COW fires and the homclike cheer they offered him only
brought back more and more poignan,.E The want her
absence made him feel. He COudn l-. IBIS pipe With
out seeing her face again in a smoke wreath
But he kept on doggedly day by day. a.aug The route
he had marked Gu for himself on the r.. map therein
Plymouth before he knew that there was such pes1
as Pamela in the world.
At the end Of a week, when he reached the city q
~ Exeter and made his way up the high street to The
old inn laid aside his napsack, and tool. tie pen they
gave him % register his name with IN Oh. .aestooos he
was Just as that he should never .. Pamela again
as he was that he should never forget her.
The pen was badly worn and tlica.g summed wth
the particularly vicious sort Of violet n lat Is made
specially for the confounding Of traveller and had 70
be wiped clean with q bit Of bottirg paper before
could be persuaded TO write.
As he was doing that, the strong Channel breeze
came playing in at the window and whipped over
dozen pages or more Of the wcl-worn book. Tie cappd
his hand down them TO keep them # " aeng ton
away bodily.
The clerk would have turned them Bag. to the place
where he was 10 sign; but John Stan-C. kept his hand
where was and looked-and his heart gay. great leap
ain, as it had done there IN the grove ~ nut tres
bv the Wadcbriigc churchyari when s.. - spoken 70
him from ont Of the dark; for there on paga Just
where his fingers were holding it down, .r niWnung
he knew must be hers were the name. .-aa Harms
ESQ. Pamela Harris. andacross, IN the address column
"Chioago. L. 5. A." l. was dated nth before
The clerk moved impatcntly and pickle. gap the pen
He didn't why the young pedestrian H." bad ra
come in should stand there indefinitely, .a-in5 ma
brown study at an old page Of their register. ,.
II youu put down your name. Sir be- sad, III
have your luggage sent 20 your room.
III not stop here, | think, sad a N.an1e.l
I'll send telegram or two, and then $50 .sat on "
southampton. | can get boat there tomorrow nom