The Clio messenger., 1921-09-01

shared the dislike which had been Civ
en- his father. Going through the
grounds, Betty found the man who
had been the second-class passenger
on the Mauretania, and assuming from
his dress that he was the keeper, she
talked 10 him and learned something
of the family of Mount Dunstan. AS
she was going. she offered him money,
when TO her surprise she learned that
he was the earl. More annoyed than
confused, Betty forgave him for the
deception, and gradually friendship
sprang up between the two houses.
Then, as If TO cement their friend
ship, the Shuttle twisted in the web
of G.. Selden, the junior salesman for
the Delkoff Typewriter company of
New York, who made Mount Dun
STAINS acquaintance, and learning that
the daughter of Reuben S. Vanderpoel
was in Stornham, went to see her, in
the faint hope of selling her a type
writer, and contrived to break his leg
in front of Stornham Court. They
carried him into the house and cared
for him, and through his slangy, care
free manner, he unconsciOusly broke
down the barrier of prejudice that
surrounded Mount Dunstan, and went
back TO America happy in the posses
sion of letter to Mr.. Vanderpoel, the
establishment of longed-for terri
tory" and the order for six typewrit-
ers which were to be sent to Eng
land.
The long summer days found Ros-
allie very nearly restored to her former
self, and perfectly contented to have
Betty there; when Nigel, tired of the
Riviera, and, having exhausted his re-
sources, returned to Stornham, there to
find the place built up and repaired,
Rosalie almost free of her fear of him,
and Betty, rich and beautiful, in full
charge. No sooner did he appear than
Rosy fell back into her old timid ways,
but, with a view to propitiating Bet
ty, Nigel treated his wife with as much
kindness as he could assume. Every
thing he did was done with the hope
of making Betty like him, until he
found that Mount Dunstan, penniless
as he was, loved Betty, and, although
she did not confess ii, Betty loved him.
Nigel was crafty, however, and bided
his time until there came a dreadful
scourge of fever that swept the viii
lagos and terrified the people. Mount
Dunstan gave up his home as hos
pital, and needless of his own WELL
being, he acted as doctor, nurse and
minister, and won from everyone the
love and respect that was his due;
and then, when the fever was abating,
he was taken i'll.
An awful day followed for Betty,
for they had told her of his illness,
and she knew that if the worst hap
pened they would toll the bell in the
church tower Shutdown came, and
with it the ominous tolling of the bell,
the pitiless notes that froze her heart,
and blindly, she rode from Stornham,
trying TO shut out the sound Of the
bell. Her horse stumbled in a hole,
and threw her, injuring her ankle, and
then ii was that she knew Nigel had
followed her. He found her hiding in
a little hut, and claimed her for his
own, and in answer to his demands,
she said:
"There is one who stands between
us-one who died today"
He laughed at her, and tried to take
her in his arms, but she managed to
evade him, and ran, as best she could,
with her injured foot, and hid from
him in a tiny clump Of bushes, whis-
pering ceaselessly, "Come-you who
died today-you who died! !"
And then-he came-the man she
thought had died, the man she loved.
and who loved her, and finding Nigel
with evil in his eyes, he led her gent
ly to the little hut and then went back
to Nigel. What followed would not be
good to repeat, but Betty heard sounds
like the bowling Of a dog, and when
Mount Dunstan finally came back TO
her, it was with flashing eyes and
clenched fists, his broken horsewhip
trailing on the ground. Then he told
her how it had heppened-how he had
Ddu lHt Dtll
had tolled for some one else, and how,
when he found she had gone, he knew
that it had been for love Of him.
For a few months Nigel fingered,
stricken with paralysis, and then the
kindly Weaver Of the Shuttle slipped
out his black thread, leaving Rosalie
contented with her father and moth
er, while the golden threads Of the
love of Betty for her man wove them
selves in and out, forming the perfect
web of happiness.
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