The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1920-10-21

I Buck Ogilyy waited until Bryce was
out of sight; then With sudden deter
minatlon he entered the office.
"NoIra. be said abruptly. approach
! Ing The desk where she worked, your
dad Is back, and what's more. Bryce
Cardigan has LEI lin ...ye h.. old la.
as woods boss Aud Tn here to an
nounce that you're not going back 10
the woods TO keep house for him. un.
/ derstsnd7 Now. look here, Moira I've
! shllly shallied around you for months
I protesting my love, and | haven't got.
ten anywhere. Today I'm going 70 ask
you for the last time. VIII YOU marry
| me7 | need you worse than that ras-
cal Of a father Of yours does, and I tell
you I'll not have you go back 70 the
woods 10 take care Of him, Come
now, Moirs. DO give me definite an
swer"
"Fm afraid don't love yon well
enough TO marry You. Mr.. Ogilvy,"
Moira pleaded "rm truly fond Of you,
but"
THE last boats gone" cried Mr.
Ogilyy desperately. I'm answered
Well, I'll not stick around here much
longer. Moira. | realize | must be n
nuisance, but I can't help being a nui
sance when you're near me. So TIL
quit my job here and go back to my
old game of railroadlng."
"Oh, you wouldn't quit ten-thou
sand dollar Job" Moira cried aghast
"rd quit a mlllion-dollar Job I'm
desperate enough 10 20 over 10 the
mill and pick fight with the big
bandsaw. I'm going away whore |
can't see you. Your eyes are driving
me crazy" .ssssa sseesEag
"But | don't want you to 20, Mr.
Ogllvy."
Call me Buck" he commanded
sharply >-sas ;,E;;'s. ( S.sg:sy q rs EsAn
Il don't want YOU to 20, Buck" she
repeated meekly. 81 shall feel guilty,
driving you out of fine position"
"Then marry me and I'll stay"
"But suppose l don't love you the
way you deserve"
SUPPOSE SUPPOSE" Buck Ogllvy
cried. you're no longer certain OF
yourself How dare YOU deny your
love for me2 Eh? Moira, III risk H."
Her eyes turned 10 him timidly. and
for the first time he saw In their
smoky depths a lambent flame. IL
don't know" she quavered. "and it's
big responsibility IN case"
"Oh, the devil take the ease'" he
cried rapturousiy and took her hands
In his. "DO ! improve with age dear
Moiraf" he asked with boylSh eager.
ness; then. before she could answer.
he swept on, tornado Of love and
pleading And presently Moira was IN
his arms, and he was kissing her. and
she was CRYING softly because-well |
she admired Mr. Buck Ogilvy; more
she respected him and was genuinely |
fond Of him. She wondered and she |
wondered, n quiet JOY thrilled her IN
the knowledge that II did not seem
at all impossible for her to grow. ln
time. sbsurdly fond OF this wholesome
red rascal.
"Oh Buck. dear" She whispered 81
don't know, I'm sure. but perhaps I've
loved you a little bit for long time"
I'm perfectly wild over you. You're
the most wonderful woman ever
heard OF. Old rosy-cheeks :" And he
pinchef them just 10 see the color
come aud go.
John Cardigan was seated In his
lumberiacks easy chair aS his son ap-
preached. His hat lay on the litter
" brown twigs beside him: his chin
was sunk on his breast and his head
was held a little 10 one side In lis
tening attitude; a yagranf little breeze
-ustled gently a lock of his fine. long
white hair Bryce stopped over the
bid man and shook him gently by the ;
shoulder. II
wake up. partner" he called chee~- |
fully But John Cardigan did not ,
wake, aud again his snn shook him. ,
still receiving no response. Bryce lift ,
n the leonlne old head and gszed
nto his fathers face "John Cardl- T,
,an'" he cried sharply. wake up. T.
I'd pal"
The old eyes opened and John Car {
igan smiled M at his boy Good |
on" he whispered good son - He ,
'losed his sightless eyes again a. II c
lie mere effort of holding them open \
rearied him. "Tve been sitting here .
yalflng." he went on IN the same !,
entle whisper NO. not waiting for
.eH. hoy--wai'inc-
His head feli over on his sons shoul-
er; his hand went cropping Tor
.ryce's Listen" he continued Cant s
0u hear it--tho SHencef TIT wait for 7
nu here. ms son. Mother agd I viii q
.alf together n0w-iu this spot she 3.
sueied I'm tired vnut rest look z
ftsr 0II Mac and M1l-a-srf Bn Il
'auiv. uh1 l8sf his 'pzaf Camp seven
.sf fsTi-aH1 Tom EHnzf8as ehIi-I
ren-Haad-aU fha others san. You
nov Eryce. They're Your re-Hal.I- d
fities S1rry I can't Waif g. sss The n
an Heirlu aue1ed up huf-Tss lived .
y Ife and lowed nv Iovs A. yes e.
- beea hanry - happy iust doing =
i.urs and dreaming here among my !,
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