The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1919-09-04

$3.50 49, 49,
deceived.
The train was 90 minutes late, There
vas laughter and chatter and Il re
newal of yesterdays merriment around
the station while they waited. elan
was enthroaed on a pile of packing
cases with her flowers about her like
some queen. and her admirers at her
feet, Bun through her eyes searched
the landscape in every direction. from
her vantage height. she could nowhere
see Holt, and when the train at last
was, q mere speech TOWN the track. she
felt her heart sinking IN dismay. He
had promised and he had not come!
Il seemed rs though she could o go
without that last look from his eyes
that she had known would be there for
her, the covenant for the lonely flu.
ture.
She tried to smile at the last and
say all the bright things that were ex-
pected of her. but she could not keep
her eyes away from the road that led
20 Hollis house. When the train fin
ally pulled out, amid the waving malt:
tude OF friends, andthe shouting of
last messages and fond good bys, the
tears sprang into her eyes unbidden
and dimmed the faces of those on the
platform into a grea blur.
We'll, I'm glad she's safely off,
sighed Eleanor. climbing into the car
| beside the children, land I must say
that man behaved pretty we'll not to
come down to thetrain. I din't think
he had that much sense!"
But her husband answered not a
word. He drove his car with grim ST.
%lence. He was wishing Holt had come
and wondering if his absence por-
tended evil for himself.
The travellers onthe eastern express
watched with delight the beautiful
girl surrounded by her bank Of flow
ers who had come to brithen the mo-
notony of their long try. They won
dered where she was going, and If she
had left a lover behind, that she wiped
the tears away furtiyely and kept her
head turned, looking out OF the win
dow at the landscape. which she could
not see fortears.
Captain Wetherill had assumed the
careof putting Jean on the train ana
had turned I'VE a seat giving her
plenty OF room to pile the flowers the
other men brought on board, in sI1e
empty sea She seemed like a young
queen in her garden. with roses ana
lilies and Yiolets all about her; but at
none OF them did she look. Her lips
We're touching the petals of the golden
rose on her breast and her thoughts
were with its giver. His fine bearing
as he skinned the ground on his black
steed, the touch of his soft, bright hair
as she laid the wreath on his brow. the
look of homage In his eyes as h., -aised
her hand and led her to her horse, the
thrill Of his voice when he promised to
e her again to say good by; and
then the leaden fact that he had not
come! Over and over she went the
round and always came back to that,
with the choke IN her throat and
tire tears in her eyes. Excuse aftar
excuse for his not coming were con-
jured in her mind and rejecter; and
vague fear for his safety mingted with
them too. But the fact remained-he
had not-and now she Eould see him
no moret
She tried again and again to gather
herself together, and finally succeed
ed In mastering the tears SO that there
was only a bright suspicion OF them in
hereyes. but the sense OF sadness and
something dear, unfinished, and now
Impossible, peryaded her entire
thoughts
Fifty miles from Hawk Valley the
train came to a halt at a tiny nag sta
ton. and a young man entered, tail,
handsome, eager, wearing a dark blue
suit and a soft Panama hat--a perfect
gentleman in every detail: a light in
| his eyes and q smile of welcome on
his Ifps.
Jean did not look up until he was
almost beside her seat, and then her
heart leaned with a light OF welcome
in her eyes. when she So what it was
Holt!
W.T. T soft little cry she hustelet
I LIZ N.SAAfOW VI l1OWeTB LNuE lay o.
the seat beside her into the opposit,
lone and made room for him. The ca.
looked and was satisfied. Her love-
had not been left behind after all, ans
he was good to look upon. All was q,
II should be. They settled back Il
watch the world old look on the tw,
young faces, with a contentment an,
xest TINT neFcr flag1 for the sweetes
story OF ali. And there we're no lr
i kind critics here, for none OF thor
, had ever heard OF Jasper Holt.
"a In the still dnrk OF the evening b
fore, Holt had ridden forth III the q,
posite direction from that hes tntends
ITO ~ sKlrJinE Int spWIlFSin9
wide trail ven known to himself, i
! had taken his way across countcv |
the little flag station. where he left hi
. horse to be cared for until lie shoni
streturn,
81 Very quietly they eat together. ofts
j the first wonderful greetings, an
talked. There was over them the IA,
ness OF . coming separation While
each felt might be forever: a1d The
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