The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1916-11-02

$500 ~ ~ $1,000
IN a promised and intended TO
marry; but the real bridegroom would
surely turn up soon somehow and make
matters right. Anyhow, It was the least
ne could do to take himself out Of her
way, and to get his trust to its owners
at once.
The a halted suddenly before O
brightly lighted mansion, whose tented
entrance effectualiy shut out the gaze
or alien eyes, and made the transit from
car to domicile entirely private. There
was no opportunity here to disappear.
The sidewalk Ind road were black with
curious onlookers. He stepped from
He bore her heavy boquet because she
looked litrally too rail to carry 1t fur
ther herself.
In the doorway sine was surrounded
by q bevy OF servants, foremost among
whom her old nurse claimed the priv
ilege OF greeting her with tears and
smiles n many Miss Celia-my-
slant entranced, watching the sweet
play of loving kindness in the face Of
the pale little bride. AS soon as he could
lay down those flowers tnconspicuously
he would be on the alert for q way OF
escape. 1t surely would be found
through some back or side entrance Of
the house.
Dub SNrh do llc luOu6llt CdulO W I'LL
the old nurse stepped back to let the
other servants greet the bride with stiff
bows and embarrassed words OF bless
ing, and he felt q hand laid heavily on
his arm. f ~ 10.
He started as he turned, thinking in
stantly again Of his commission n ex-
pecting to see a policeman In uniform
nurse, with tears Of devotion still in her
faded eyes.
Mister George, We hewitt forgot noe,
hev YEP" she asked, earnestly. you
usen't to like me vera well, / mind,
but We was awful for the teasin' an ]
was always for my Miss Celie! But by
cones Is bygones now an / wish we
well. Yer growed a man, an l know We
must be worthy o her. or shed never
hev consented to take We. Yev got a
guide wife an no mistake, an I know
yell be the happiest man alive. Ye
won't hold Ii against me, Mister George,
that I used to tell yer uncle on your
masterful tricks, will YEP You mind /
was only. carin' fer my baby girl, an
ye were but q boy"
She paused as IL expecting an answer,
and Gordon embarrassedly assured her
that he would never think Of holding SO
trifling a matter against her. He cast
q look Of reverent admiration n ten
derness toward the beautiful girl who
was smiling on her loyal subjects like
a queen, reused from her sorrow to give
Joy to others; and even her old nurse
vas satisfied.
"Ah, We luve her, Mister George, don't
ye?" the nurse questioned. II don't
wonder. Everybody what lays eyes on
her luves her. She's that dear here
the tears got the better OF he good
woman for an instant and h forgot
herself and pulled at the skirt OF her
new black dress thinking IL was an
apron, and wishing to wipe her eyes.
Then suddenly Gordon found her lips
uttering strange words. without his
own apparent consent, as IL his heart
had suddenly taken things In hand n
determined to do as 1t pleased without
consulting his Judgment.
Eyes, / love her" he was saying, and
to his Amusement he found that the
words were true.
This discovery made matters still
more complicated.
"Then ven promise me something,
Mister George, won't YET" said the
nurse eagerly, her tears having their
own way down her rosy anxious face.
"Yell promise me never to make her
feel bad n more? She's cried a lot
these last three months. an nobody
knows but me. She could hide IL from
them all but her old nurse that has
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sorrowful, enough fer O whole lifetime
Promise that yell do all In Yer power
to make her happy always"
II will do all in my power to make
her happy" he said, solemnly, Is II
he were uttering & VOW, and wondered
how short lived that power was to be.
CHAPTER v.
The wedding party had arrived In
full force now. Carriages and auto
mobiles were unloading; gay voices
and laughter filled the house. The SER
wants disappeared to their places, and
the white bride, with only a motioning
look toward Gordon, led h way to
the place where they were to stand
under an arch Of roses. lilies and palms
in q room hung from the ceiling with
dropping ferns and white carnations on
inyi 81 Die threads Of silver wire. until
1t all seemed like a fairy dream. ~
Gordon had no choice but to follow,
as his way was blocked by the incom-
ing guests, and he foresaw that his
exit would have to be made from some
other door than the front If he were to
escape yet awhile. AS he stepped into
the mystery Of the flower scented room
where his lady led the way, he was
conscious Of q feeling Of transition
from the world of ordinary things into
one Of wonder, beauty and mysterious
Joy: but all the time he knew he was
an impostor, who had no right In that
silver threaded bower.
Yet there he stood, bowling, shaking
hands, and smirking behind his false
mustache, which threatened every min
ute to betray him.
People told him he was looking well,
and Congratulated him on his bride.
Some said he was stouter than when
he left the country and some said he
was thinner. They asked him ques-
lions about relatives and friends liv-
ing and dead, and he ran constant risk
OF getting into hopeless difficulties.
His only safety was in smiling. and
saying very little: seeming not to hear
some questions, and answering others
with another question. It was not so
hard after he got started, because there
were SO many people, and they kept
coming close upon one another, so no
one had much time to talk. Then sup
per with its formalities was got
through with somehow, though to Cor
don, with his already satisfied appetite
and his hampering nustache, 1t seemed
an endless ordeal.
Jeff" as they all called him, wa
everywhere, attending to everything,
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