The Medina sentinel. [volume] (Medina, Ohio) 1888-1961, 1921-11-24

down on the bench beside her and
putting his arm about her. She
dropped her head on his shoulder, and
SO they sat, very still, for long min
ute. Allx's hand went to her own
shoulder, and her fingers tightened on
bis, and she breathed deep, contented
sbreaths, like a child.
Somebody ought to wire Mrs.
Grundy, collect" she said, after
awhile. k
I'VE win defy Mrs. Grundy, my
DEAR" Peter said, kissing the top Of
soft brown braid, by trotting Of
hand In hand tomorrow and getting
ourselves married. Why, Alix. he gave
US his consent years ago-don't you
remember?''
HE did wish i'll" she said, and
burst into tears. IN
Il seem to be doing things In a
slightly irregular manner" she said
to him the next day, when they had
gotten breakfast together, and were
basking In the sunlight Of the upper
deck of the ferryboat, on their way to
the city. Il spend the night before
my marriage alone-in a small coun-
try house hidden in the woods with
my betrothed, and propose to buy my
trousseau Immediately after the cere-
monyl"
Her voice fell to dreamy note, and
she watched the gulls, wheeling In the
sunshine, with thoughtful, smiling
eyes. The man glanced at her once
or twice, in the, silence that followed,
with something like hesitation, or COM
FUNCTION, in his look. "A
look, here, Alix-let's talk. !
want to ask you something. There's
never been anything anything to tell
you--or your father, IL he was here y
Peter said, flushed and a trifie awk'
ward. I'm not that kind Of a man
But there has been that one thing
that one woman"
Vi Flushed, too, she was looking al
him with bright, intelligent eyes,
"But / thought she never ever
knew"
mo, she never did!"
Alix looked back at the gulls.
"Oh, well, then" she said, indif
i ferently.
! "Alix, would you like to know abou
herr" Peter said bravely. Her nam
-and eyerything?"
i "Oh, no. please, I'd much rathe
4 notw she intercepted him hastily, an,
after a pause she added, Our mar
riage isn't the usual marriage, in tina
way. ] mean I'm not jealous, and In
4 not going to cry my eyes out becaus
\ there was another woman-is anothe
woman, who meant more to you, o
might have! I'm going into 1t wit
my eyes open, Peter. know you Low
me, and I love you, and we both lik
the same things, and that's enough.
Three weeks later he remembere
\ the moment, and asked her AGAR
A They were in the valley house nov
\ and bitter storm was whirling owe
the mountain. Peters little cabi
4 rocked to the gale, but they were war;
and comfortable beside the fire; th
room was lamp-lighted, scented b
Alix's sweet single violets, white an
\, purple, spilling themselves from
glass bowl, and by Peters pipe, an
|, by the good scent Of green bay burr
Ing. The Joyces had had a happ
day, had climbed the hills under
lowering sky, had come home to DR.
clothes and do cooking, for Kow Wa
away, and had finally shared an ep
curean meal beside the fire.
Peter was wrapped in deep content
the companionship Of this norma
pretty woman, her quick words an
quick laugh. her music, her glancinl
I bright interest In anything and ever!
thing, was the richest experience {
\ his life. She had said that she woul
change nothing in his home, but he
clever white fingers had change
everything. There was order nov
there was charming fussing and dus
ing, there were flowers in bowls, an
books set straight, and there was Jul
/ the different little angle to piano an
desk and chairs and tables that mad
the cabin home at last. She wante
bricks for a path; he had laughed {
her fervent, "Do give me a whole ca
load Of bricks for Christmas, Peter
She wanted bulbs to pot. he ha
lazily suggested that they open Il
town house while carpenters an
painters remade the cabin, but 81
y, had protested hotly, "Oh, do let's kee
it Just as It always was!" Smiling, /
gave her her way.