The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1919-11-06
WAY OF SECRETS
BY NELL ADAlR.


60 on thinking that you have per-
fectly good secret, which no one in
the world suspects, and all at once the
secret will pop out ut you-laughing,
so to speak, in your face.
I knew, when I confided in Sallie
and Polly, the twins, that they were
absolutely trustworthy. Neither Of
these cousins would betray me, if it
cost her life. You see, we were
brought up together, and felt mutual
interest in each others welfare. From
pinafore days, we freely confeed our
troubles and joys, confessing the bud
ding attachments too, which seem too
silly to tell ones mother. didn't have
4 mother, though l tried to borrow
theirs until I was old enough to keep
house for Daddy. I could feel that
her sympathy in my case, was not the
same as it was with the twin daugh-
terS. I can't remember just when l
began to care for David. For that was
the secret-my love for David, which
kept buried from sight in the worth
lest" corner of my heart.
David was so good and wise and su-
perior altogether, that it seemed pre-
sumption for foolish me, to love him
at all. But I did-and that was un-
avoidable. Wise as David was, this
fact never entered his head. He was
so much older, you see, and accustom-
ed to the society of older and more
important persons than his senior part
ner's daughter.
Daddy and he were lawyers, and
when daddy was left alone in the big
house, and growing up over at Aunt
Mollie's, David managed the greater
part of the business, while daddy form
ed habit of wandering about in dis
tant lands in search Of forgetfulness.
Now, that he was back cOntented with
his loved wife's daughter, David was
still left the burden of care-having
so long been the business head. And
that may have accounted for the new
worry wrinkles around his eyes. ana
the whitening hair at his temples.
which only made him more distinguish
ed and attractive in my eyes.
We had spent many comfy evenings
together before daddy's library fire.
when my dresses were growing longer.
and my hair learning the process Of
"being done up. My! How loved
David then; he was the hero of every
book that I read and every play that,
I saw, and he never guessed.
With my housekeeping dignity. came
many lovers to WOO. Yes. many, l
frankly admit it. I could count more
admirers Of my own, than Polly and
Sallie together, and sometimes think
that it was my Indifference which kept
them guessing.
It was when my cousins accused me
of being coquette. that 1 conflded
to them my love for David. They
were speechless with astonishment at
first. They couldn't understand it, l
fancy, any more than could David.
And at that I broke down and cried.
'If my love for him is so unbeliev-
able to'you,'' 1 said, 'David will never
know. I can't 60 and tell him about
it, so I shall have to live single all
my days"
"Why!' said Sallie, "David is sure
that you are in love with Bobby Brant.
I know this from >remarks he has
made"
"And he is glad for you," Polly add
ed, "he told me himself that Bobby
Brant was an exceptionally tine
young man."
"Glad!" I exclaimed.
'Tsn't there some way-some diplo-
matte way, meap," Sallie suggested,
'that you could show him your affec-
ton? Perhaps he's like these older he
roes in books-loving you to distrac-
tion and seeing no hope in his case"
One evening, when I'd cried my nose
red, and had sent Bobby Brant home
in a huff, David came into the garden
as miserably hoped he would, and
seated himself at my side in the couch
hammock. He looked so nice, and
white faced and kind, that 1 wanted
to put my aching head right down on
his shvulder-yes did, but. instead
with the perversity which usually seiz-
ed me in his presence, gazed straight
ahead. without a welcoming smile.
s'Iet Bobby Brant going out" he
said, and looked at me questioningly.
Carelessly I hummed the line OF
song. HELL be coming back again