The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1918-02-07

s6e'nt ~" WIN ttt WHY We
! Will get Margrry to bed aud give her I
something warm"
The girl solorCd again ut the implied
'ebuke and walked quickly ahead.
We are stopping Cor the summer ut
he Inn" she said. My mother is an
invalid. and Margery and came for
I walk. but she " such little lover
II nature and the water. especially"
"A healthful passion ut most tunes"
aid Thurp<on. smiling both at her
apology and the impression the three
we're making on the people whom they
we're meeting on the highway now.
but sometimes dangerous, Niss-
Nlae--"
"Roberts," said the girl.
"Thank you. l am Charing Thorn
ton Of the old place up there. Now II
you will 70 ahead and get bed ready
for our little mermaid, without dis.
turbing your mother. l will slip In
quietly and turn her over to you"
Half an hour later Thornton came
down to the public room Of the Inn,
where the keeper was awaiting him.
"The child Is doing nicely. Higgins"
said the master of the Gables, us he
tried vainly to light match on his
still damp knickerbockers. II am 70.
Ing home to get some dry clothes my
self. will drop In again this evening,
and meanwhile anything that Mrs.
Roberts and her children want be sure
you get them promptly. They are old
friends Of my family" he went on
unblushingly, land expect them to
have the best"
AYE, sir, that they shall have" said
the pleased innkeeper, as his fingers
closed over the offered coin.
True to his promise. Thornton came
later In the evening, and before his lit
tie visit was over felt as IL he had
known the Roberts, as he told Higgins.
many years. But whenever he had
tried to disclam any credit for the
rescue of Margery, who had taken a
violent liking to him as soon as he APP
peared In the room, and tried to tell
them the truth, both Isabel and Mrs.
Roberts laughingly stopped him, de.
thut htiotN Nclc luOutSt
and that he was no exception. So
he gave 1t up, albeit guiltily remember
ing that some time he must explain 1t
all.
When he reached home again after a
dreamy stroll from the inn, In which
he had built all manner of strange
and new aircastles, Nero met him ut
the door. His master laughed and he
shook the great head gently to and fro.
II have accepted the mantle that Is
yours by right, old fellow" he said,
"and I hadn't the courage to disclaim
the praise that was not mine. But to-
morrow"
Yet when tomorrow came the OPP
portunity did not, although some
trivial errand led Thornton past the
inn, Of course, necessltated his stop
ping In to inquire after the little In
| valid. She came running to him her.
self, for answer, and sprang into his
arms. nesting her face close to him.
II am all we'll again." she cried breath.
lessly, "andoI love you and 80 does
mammal" Thornton felt a strange
wave Of resl happiness rush over him
at the chlld's artless words, and he
answered softly, "And love you, Mar.
gerry"
Weeks passed. Thornton's visits be.
came remarkably regular. Each day
brought its errand In the village, and
one evening he accepted their invi.
tatiOn to dinner. A few days later he
prevailed upon them to make his eve
ming meal ut the Gables less lonely,
and both Margery and Isabel went into
delighted and delightful raptures over
the beautiful old place. while Thorn
ton talked with Mrs. Roberts both
learning much Of each other, and find.
Ing mutual acquaintances and friends
In the distant city. But ThorntOn's
eyes strayed often to where the grace
full girl and the pretty child walked or
sat, and some Of his replies were not
strictly answers to the questions. Mrs.
Roberts asked; for when Cupid makes
up his mind to do bit OF archery
practice, he does not waste time. And
So before the summer was two months
old, ChariDg Thornton, deep In the
net Of love, laid his heart ut Isabel's
feet.
But before he did so, he told her the
whole truth Of Margerys rescue, us he
had often tried to tell before. "And
now" he said. when he had finished.
IF you can love man who takes the
credit for something he did not do
even IL he does take 1t only from his
dOg--and still believe him worthy of u
woman, Isabel you will make me the
happiest man alive.
II can for have cared, for a long
time, dear" she said. "And II l love
you, l must love old Nero, too, don't
you know she snilingly added.
Six months later, the Cables had n
mistress. Charins Thornton the pref
test and happlest little wife in three
counties ana Nero a loving companion
In the person Of Margery, over whom
he watched all day, as they romped