The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1915-11-11


doomed very soon to stand ia your
path and dispute your further solitary
progress. The trouble Is, Harvey,
you haven't met your fate yet You
will thwart peril with the utmost i'm
punity until you do. But when your
fate appears-bewareT
Ralph, you're fool" said Harvey.
Thanks. Excuse me a moment,
please. There's my wife out upon the
green, looking for me. / must hail
her. Ah what nice bunch of ber-
ries a wife is, Harveyi You never 90
berrying, do your" and darling a pro-
voking smile at his friend, Ralph
rushed out.
Harvey looked up at the roof Of the
tent, passed his hand across his fore
head, thought while, and began to
wriggle. .......
what delicious thing It is" he
unused, ito have a pretty woman
soothing fellows head with sponge
and basin of water. Charming Therese
Is handsome and no mistake. As pref
ty as an angel, and as clever as a Cir
ton graduate. Beautiful eyes, won
drous depth of expression, and what a
voice! What Il heart. tool Whoal
steady, Harvey! What are you doingP
Letting the vision of pretty woman
run away with youP Dispel it, then.
There Hang it, it won't goi The
black curls, the bright eyes, the soft
smlles, the fairy sponge and basin, are
all flashing before me life a sea Of
freshly-minted gold sovereigns, and
the voice is still dwelling in my ear
like the murmur of some babbling
brooklet Pshaw! Pm getting poeti-
cal That's bad sign. Harvey, my
boy, really this is getting serious.
You're going crazy. Is love hammer
ing for admittance at the gate ofyour
hearth Don't let him in. Keep him
out. But these immaterial creatures
frequently jump the fence. Let him,
and he'll break his neck once and for
ever. Remember your vow. A bach.
elor as long as you live; a Jolly life;
freedom; no slaveryl Ha, ha! Sorry,
Therese, very sorry; but it can't be
helped. Drop your anchor, Harvey,
and let the storm come. You can stand
it." .... .....
/ Harvey was q man given to much
strange soliloquizing, but in this solil.
oquy he was stranger han his. wont.
What was the reasonp' Was it the fever
produced by his fall in the polo match,
or the fever of loveP Harvey turned
over and fell into comfortable sleep,
: Notwithstanding his intention Ia
drop anchor and weather the storm,
an hour later. when he awoke, the
: first thing he did was to hurry to his
F, hotel and pack his valise. In the eve.
mir ?, to the general surprise of every,
one, he babe Newport adieu and took
the train for London.
What was the reason of his hasty de-
parturep The reason which he as
signed was fear of the wound upon his
head. and the desire to have the at
Z tendance of his own physician. The
reason which Ralph Liston suspected
! and the true one, was that he dared mo-
trust himself in the company o.
I Therese Montressor; that he had tlowr
to escape the allurements of love.
Poor Harveyl With all his bravado
/ what a coward he wasi
The Newport season closed. Society
1 was again comfortably settled in III
metropolitan quarters. HaryeyplayeC
his accustomed part in the club gath
erlngs and social receptions. He wal
invited to many parties, and he wen
TO all of them. But he was invited K
one too many. He went to it, and hi
doom seemed to be foreshadowed. HI
met Therese Montressor. He went Il
several others, and through the skill
full management of an arch-villair
named Ralph Liston, he met Therest
Montressor at all of them. By thi!
Z time he was fairly in the toils-a help
less captive, and one of the easies
: victims. ..... .@ 5.'e #
One evening Therese MontressoI
sat in the parlor of her fathers man.
sion, in company with q gentleman,
They were alone. The gas had moi
! been lighted; the parlor was illumi
mated only by the ruddy glow of the
cheerful crate, but by this light any
one could have appreciated the situa
/ ton.
The gentleman had one arm claspec
lovingly around the lady's waist. In
one hand he was pressing that fairy
member which had once bathed hi
temples so pleasantly.
"Will you be mine, Therese% h'
asked.
II will" she whispered softly.
Harvey gave sigh of relief.
! "Pve done il" he murmured to him
! self. "Or, at least, love has. How
sheepish / feel! To think should
ever como to thisl How I've been gath
cred in so easily knocks me! All, vel
love is quite a conuudrum. Therese
my darling, | am yours for ever. "
Thus the last bachelor of the c!ut
fell into the tempting abyss of matri
mony. ..