The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1914-06-26

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at her.
"A thoroughly decent, fair minded
chap is Leslie Wrandall," he nro.
nounced, for want of something bet.
ter to say. Still, I'm bound to saw
I'm sorry he Ia coming home tono,.
row."
The red crept into her cheeks again
Il thought you were such pals" sba
said nervously.
II expect to be his best mar IL hs
ever marries." said he, whacking A
stone at the roadside with his walk.
ing stick. Then he looked up at her
furtively and added, with a quizzical
smile: Unless something happens"
What could happen"
HE might marry the girl I'm In
love with. and. In that case, I'd have
to be excused"
where shall we walk to this morn.
ing?" she asked abruptly. He had
drawn closer 20 her In the ROADWAY
rs it too fdr to the old stone ,nl,
That's where l first saw you. IL YOU
remember"
yes, let us go there" she said, bu,
her heart sank. She knew what was
coming. Perhaps 1t were best to hay 70
it over with; to put 1t away with the
things that YER to always be her
lost treasures. 1t would mean the
end Of their companionship, the end
of q love dream. She would have to
lie to him: to tell him she did not
love him.
Coming to the jog In the broad mac,
adam. they were striking off into the
narrow road that led to the quaint
old mill, long since abandoned in the
forest glade beyond, when their atten.
ton was drawn to a motor car. which
was slowing down for the turn into
Sara's domain. A cloud of dust swan
in the air far behind the machine.
A bare-headed man on the seat be-
side the driver waved his hand to
them, and two women in the tonneau
bowed ~gravely. Both Hetty and
Booth flushed uncomfortably, and hes.
itated in their progress up the fores:
road.
The man was Leslie Wrandall. His
mother and sister were in the back
seat Of the touring car.
"Why-why, it was Leslie" cried
Booth, looking 'over his shoulder at
the rapidly receding car. Shall VIZ
turn back, Miss Castleton?'
NO" she cried instantly. with ONE
thing like impotence in her voice
And spoil our walk?" she added in
the next breath. adding a nervous
little laugh.
ut seems rather" he began dubi.
ously.
"Oh, let us have our day" she cried
sharply, and led the way into the by.
road.
They came, In the course Of a quar-.
ter of an hour, to the bridge over the
mill race. Beyond. In the messy
shades, stood a dilapidated, centurion
structure known as Rangely's mill, a
!, landmark with a history that included
incidents Of the Revolutionary war,
when eager patriots held secret meet.
ings inside its walls and plotted under
, the very noses OF Tory adherents to
, the crown.
, Pausing for a few minutes on tha
bridge, they leaned on the rail and
. looked down into the clear, mirror
e like water OF the race. Their own
. eyes looked up at them: they smiled
into their own faces. And a feecy
white cloud passed over the g~litterins
stream and swept through their faces
off to the bank, and was gone forever
Suddenly he looked up from the wa
ter and fixed his eyes on her face. He
had seen her clear blue eyes fill VIM
tears as he gazed into them from the
rail above.
"Oh. my dear!" he cried. What Il
it,"
She put her handkerchief to hel
eyes as she quickly turned away. II
another instant she was smiling VI
at him. a soft, pleading little smii'
that went straight to his heart.
Shall we start back?" she asked
a quaver in her voice.
NO." he exclaimed. 1--WE got Il
go on with 1t now, Hetty. ] didn
intend to. outcome, let us go up an
sit on that familiar old log In tn
shade of the mill. You must, dear!
She suffered him to lead her u
! the steep bank beyond and throus
| the rocks and rotten timbers to I'd
4 great beam that protruded from tn
shattered foundations Of the mil
The rickety old wheel, weather-heate
and sad. rose above them and threa
ened to topple over II they so muc
as touched its fimsy supports.
. He did not release her hand att
- drawing her up beside him.
:" You must know that | love you
" he said simply.
She made no response, Fer Aa.
lay limp In his. She was star
%, straight before her.
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Perfectly Justifabls,
"A somewhat laggard and proc- t