The Bemidji daily pioneer., 1922-10-11
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AQn was jealous that we so happy and
will 10 into the dark to pout. 4.
I will show you the near way for you
to come again, the way I came when
there was the fire. You can leave
the canoe in the rushes and you will
need it only to cross over to the cane.
Hut We must hurry now"
In the rushes opposite the island he
hid his canoe, and then she conducted
him along 4 narrow and sometimes
treacherous trail. Coming to the foot
LOT, she halted.
~ must leave you here. But stand
for two minutes. The sun he will wink
few more times l am SO
Elad now to know that l will be your
wife. And I am strong and can work.
':Lord bless you, but you won't have
to work."
His arms were about her, her cheek
against his, and with happiness the
world was glowing.
:"Tll Thursday" he cried as he
dipped his paddle.
It'll Thursday!' she echoed as she
watched him go.
IT'LL Thursday" muttered the sinis-
ter voice Of old Stepho, who had ap-
preached softly through the under
growth at the sound of voices, and had
overheard their parting. But when he
came to Periwinkle house, he gave no
sign to Nadine that he had overheard
only talked OF Monsieur Boyce and
the fine dresses he would buy for her
when she was his wife.
reached the river.
The General had gone over into an.
other parish to attend a stock sale.
Tycie said and when she had looked
1T Drace more clo osely, at his torn
clothes. his muddy shoes. she sighed
and sat down beside him where on the
rustic bench he had dropped to rest
before going to his room.
Virgil" she said.' ''there is some
thing troubling you. Now, you needn't
tell me that 1t is business. 4 know
what business Is. know all Of its
tricks; but I also know love and all
Of its tricks. Virgil, you are in love.
Let me hcpe that it is not that Nina
Spence. She isn't worthy of you; and
besides, she does It belong to us. She
Is not OF our WI ,rld. Virgil, I am so
sorry"
She put her hand on his arm, and he
took 1t and jaffectionately kissed it.
Aunt Tycie, never saw the girl
you speak Of. am in the-the throes,
you might say. and have been-was
before got here, but not with her."
But ii it with anyone know?"
: you have seen her, have heard"
, "Oh, you must tell me. 1t shall be
sacred with me. If you only knew how
people tell me their affairs Of the heart.
Even old Colonel Josh has told me.
Now, why won't yDu?'
II shall tell you. but I must put you
on your honor. 4 said that you have
seen her You have; you spoke Of
her. Nadine"
"Oh. Virgil! but her father!"
"Yes, I know. But let me tell you
my story.
he told of his love, not Of his fa-
ther's death-told her nothing Of his
oath; she usteneSl enraptured; and
when he had finished, she mothered
him with her arms about his neck.
About ten O'Clock next day, while
the family sat in the shade, up to the
gate drew a resplendent carriage,
drawn by two black horses and driv-
en- by a negro In livery. Out stepped
man as tall as Lincoln and wearing
hat as high as his. His raiment flashed
like the varnish of his equipage. Drace
recognized him as he came through the
gate. taking of his gloves, and the
General cried out:
"Tycie,,I 4 wish may die dead If 1t
Isn't Liberty Shpttle"
Colonel Shottle, at your service
replied Liberty, bowling and gesturing
With his gloves In his hand.
"Well, Liberty ~ cried his aunt, CIV
ing him a hug Sof Swelcome.
The General and Drace grasped him,
stroked his vclvety raiment. urging
him to a seat. 8 Y Y H
J. "Why all this, Colonel Shottle?"-
! from the General. "You don't mean to
! tell me that you have sold your jute-
stock?" = II. ts5-E
"Uncle Howard. sir, first issue orders
to have my carriage stored, my horses
stabbed and my driver quartered,
please"
The order was issued, and they sat
waiting for Shottle to explain his
Transformation.
"A simple story" he began, stretch
ing out his legs. But do not forestall
me. Poker, dice, roulette, faro haz-
ard-all Of them failed"
r .And this comes. Of legitimate in
vestmentw Tycie cried. Il knew 1t
!. would. oh, knew It Just had to come.
Now tell US about it.
."It was an investment, Aunt Tycie.
But let me not foresta4 myself. L left