Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-03-13

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costs lot Of money you 80 and look
u Il and wonder which you want
most. that particular luxury or the
tree. know . girl who had two In
her yard only little bigger than this.
and she went to Europe on them. But
20 far I've always voted for the tree
How does your garden come on?"
"FAmously. Uncle Jefferson has
shanghaied . half-dozen negro gar
deners-from where l can't imagine
and he's having the time Of his life
hectoring over them. He refers to the
upper and lower terraces as 'up-and.
down-stairs.' I've got seeds. but 1t
will be . long time before they
flower"
"Oh, would you like some slirs?"
she cried. "Or, better still. can
give you the roses already rooted
Mad Charles and Marechal Neil and
Cloth of Gold and cabbage and ram.
blers. We have geraniums and
fuchsias. too. and the coral honey.
suckle That's different from the wild
one, you know"
"You are too good! II you would
only advise me where to set them!
But I dare say you think me presum.
ing"
She turned her full face to him.
'Presuming!' You're Furnishing me
now for the dreadful way talked to
you about Damory Court-before
knew who you were. Oh, 1t was un.
pardonable! And after the splendid
thing you had done-I read about 1t
that same evening-with your money.
I meant"
mo, no." he protested. There
was nothing splendid about it. 1t was
only pride. You see the corporation
was my fathers great idea-the thing
no created and put his soul into-and
It was laundering. know that would
have hurt him. One thing I've wanted
to say to you. ever since the day we
talked together-about the duel. l
want to say that whatever lay behind
It. my fathers whole life was darkened
by that event Now that can put
two and two together. know that 1t
was the cause of his sadness"
"Ah, can believe that" she re-
piled.
Il think he had only two interests
myself and the corporation. So you
see why I'd rather save that and be q
beggar the rest OF my natural life.
But I'm not q beggar. Damory Court
alone is WORTH know it nova hun
dred times what left
"You are so utterly different from
what l imagined you'll"
II could never have imagined YOU"
he said, never"
II must be terribly outre."
"You are so many women in one.
When I listened to your harp playing
could hardly believe 1t was the same
you I saw galloping across the fields
that morning Now you are different
woman from both Of those"
As she looked at him. her lips curled
cornsr.wise. her foot slipped on the
sheer edge Of the turf She swayed
toward him and he caught her. feel
ing for sharp instant the adorable
nearness of her body. It ridged all his
skin with q creeping delight. She re-
covered her footing with an exclama-
ton. and turned back somewhat alb
ruptly to the porch where she seated
herself on the step, drawing her filmy
skirt aside to make q place for him.
There was q moment sof silence which
he broke. "i*
THAT exquisite serenade you were
playing! You know the words. OF
course"
They are more lovely, II possible.
than the score. Do you care for
poetry?"
i've always loved It," he said. I've
been reading some lately-a little old
fashioned book l found At Damory
Court It's Lucille Do you know IT,
Yves. It's my mothers favorite'
|! He drew it from his pocket. See.
i've got it here. It's marked, too"
He opened it, to close 1t instantly
not, however, before she had put out
her hand and laid it, palm down, on
the page. THAT rose! Oh. let me
have IT,"
"Never!" he protested. Look here.
When l put it between the leaves,
did so at random. didn't see :1!t
now that I had opened 1t at a marked
passage"
LET us read It," she said.
Ii He leaned and held the leaf to the
light from the doorway and the two
heads bent together over the text.
|, A sound fell behind them and both
turned A slight figure. In soft gray
gown with old lace at the throat, stood
in the doorway behind them. John
Valiant sprang to his feet.
"Ah. Shirley, thought I heard
voices Is that you, Chilly?"
i Its not Mr.. Lusk, mother" said
Shirley. Its our new neishbor, Mr..
Valiant"
Il AS he bent over the frail hand, muir
muring the conventional words that
presentations are believed to require.
Mrs. cambridge sank into a deep