The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1924-12-25

"Listen TO that. dad" he said, land
see II you can't guess"
The bell from the little white church
was tinkling away crafty. Gerald
passed his arm around MYRTLE.
"She's terrified to DEATH" he de
clared. "Please every one tell her thai
they're glad"
MYRTLE was easily persuaded. Hei
father-in-law dispossessed Gerald al
they turned towards the house. Mary
walked on the other side.
"You have now arrived in time FOL
the celebrations" Gerald continued
'The feasting tenantry are In view on
the far side of the house. You VIII
presently have the opportunity OF hear
ing me make little speech I'm my most
perfect French, which have Jusa
learnt by heart"
$50 you are really married." Mary
exclaimed incredulously. Gerald
Myrtile-how wonderful 1t all seems!'
"Amazingr" Gerald agreed. "Matri
mony was evidently my predestined
Mecca. I am no longer Ill. have
never been so happy In my life. i wal
blowing for four hours yesterday, and
practicing approach shots over the
road to get rid of little superhuous
energy after tea. What / really coves
Is the fob of Pierre, the head man
but MYRTLE won't listen to 1t. She
says don't understand the soil"
AS they reached the house, the old
cure came shuffiing out, beaming with
smiles, delighted to find that every one
spoke his own language and that ne
could talk to them about MYRTLE
Luncheon was spread out on the YER
anda, and Marie and young friend
from the village, with great punches
Of white carnations fastened to theii
frocks, were waiting to serve. Gerald
himself uncorked the wine
81 propose to make speech" Lord
Hinterleys announced. holding out his
foaming glass
at must be a short one" Gerald In
sisted. 1.-The omelette won't walt"
"Then, as an omelette Is my favorite
dish and that one appears to be chef
d'oeuvre, drop the speech" his father
assented. 81 will only say, Gerald,
that you have made Mary and me very
happy, and that no bride In the world
was ever more welcome than MYRTLE
to our home and lives"
Every one began to talk at once
By and by, that curious sense OF un.
reality, the feeling that the whole thine
was a scene out Of an old-fashioned
comedy. passed away. Gerald. who
was shamelessly holding Myrtlle's hand
under the tablecloth, raised his glass
and looked into her eyes.
'Tt was i, after ALL" he whispered,
"who had no idea what lay at the end
of the road. You were the wise lady
and the fool"
All through the afternoon the VII
layers came and went, and the youn1
people danced In the field at the back
Of the farm. Many toasts were ex-
changed. Every one was extraordi-
narily happy. Then the time came for
Christopher, who was on his way back
to England. to leave. Mary, who was
spending the night with her father n
Cannes. walked with him to the road.
They paused for moment at the gate
"And It was really here that. you
found Myrtile?'' Mary remarked. look
ing around her with interest.
eve found her on this very spot,
Christopher answered. gazing along
the road to the hills. All her life she
had wondered what lay on the other
side. Many of US never find out.
think that Gerald has been very for
tunate."
81 am glad that you are happy about
It," she said. with quiet but tactful
significance.
'It is because am happy about 1t,
Christopher rejoined, turning towards
her, ''that I am going to venture-thaf,
MAXWELL. think feel little like
the man who walked for few minutes
Of his life In the moonlight and fam
cied that 1t was a day. I honestly
thought that was In love with MYRTLE.
I know now that there Is no one ever
really cared for but you. Mary"
She raised her head and looked at
him, yielding INTERESTINGLY to the arm
which was drawn around her.
81 am quite sure" she murmured.
ssthat this is an enchanted land"
THE ENID