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Show "Wbreezes blown. 'ifj BY KATE M. CLEARY. -.nrriuht. 1904. by Kate M. Cleary.) ;5a that:s the way the land lie,, Is 7S askJ ivy Lyle. JJ3 sensitive face under the big JVE Sned sunhat was very white. Her J V uivercd a little. The hands that 'V JV, 0 vagrant sheet trembled. Msn't Sot I care," she told her-J$ her-J$ "I hadn't bepun to care In that J$S tr I was only becoming attracted. Li tho ehock-the disillusion " .L . j en she hod started out an hour ago (ftai J ftr her usual brisk morning walk along ' Lecrl5p, shelving Hands, she had been '! of tho most Indifferent, light-hearted c.'rlA She was done with college, and LES.(ij tie two years of foreign travel that lESW Ui succeeded school as a sort of pol-rJ.t pol-rJ.t r,nnr nrocess. She had perfect health, r il mlsty 5reams of a11 the veilea fu" I'ESSj jcre held in Its keeping. She had aes-LESSm' aes-LESSm' tictlc tastes, and her skill In athletic Lgsjgi was the admiration of her less Ivctl v'rerous girl friends. She had been v&7 Bring a beautiful time down at tls liEfwiii Wi unconventional resort on the Mlch-Tr' Mlch-Tr' ' kan coast And now well, temporarily "EfcS! (itemed that her pleasure was spoiled. LEfttr And in her -heart she knew that she rX-i raust have been beginning to think too ESSji much of the man whose attentions to rPCcu her had been marked, or else this dls- wvery would not so affect her. Sitting 4 9 rest and watch the white-crested '-"" wavea come curling up to break on the 'ESSiji border of the lake like threads of rar-T,f,3 rar-T,f,3 fit lace, her attention had been caught by a small, white, whirling object that tv;S at first sight she had taken for a bird. It had whisked lower and nearer. Then " W It floated fo close she could put out ""n tfrhand and grasp it, and she found It jESSvJ a sheet of note-paper, covered with 'ifl dlcrjnutlvfc chlrography. It was wrlt- aon the stationery of the fashionable All hotel looming up on the dunes behind wSHl htr. At first she had been about to nrnn'il jaimple 11 UP and cast 11 aside. But 1- MS 1 lhe verv QCt of dlnS so a name FCClV tr own name met her eye. jSsl' Even then she hesitated. But tho 0F?!j 'rfc AVOr(38 were so significant she 9 4 (1 isui ,:now their wrltor'a full mean-GEIll mean-GEIll ,a& "ne PaSe w-ao the continuation of a Iflter And the first three words at 1 t0f) tnc nase were " love Ivy r31 Ljle!" Impulsively, giving herself no fall chance to weigh the niceties of honor in '4fi the balance, she scanned the page. As JiOJ she read It slowly again the fresh, soft jfjjl color went tiding out of her cheek. liM " loVe lvj' Lvle I've fought against Slf It for I can't afford- to marry her,, as mil, you know. But he has rather swept Iff rae off my feet, old chap. At first I 2 I wag taken with her innocent beauty. I VTtere was no one at this big hostelry to compare with her for looks. So I II m j-e e-1 f drift. I thought she was Just RH i dear little country girl, and that it il frould be easy to say a sentimental tttll farewell when the summer was over. rM You know what these warm-weather t.M flirtations amount to. So I've been go- 1K If? to see her steadily and taking her I nJ trffJ'where. We've gone dancing and 'Am wlnirnnS and boating, and all the rest i ' And by Jove! for all she's V'P eighty quiet I've come to find out she's 'a 1 tot the tvplral country girl at all. She's MM fll-r?ad and traveled, though she hm iiim-& rather aghast when she let that ; Il fact out And nhe looks at a fellow j r. In a cool, apprising sort of way that j U1. makes him feel pretty cheap if his Ml! jpoken thoughts are not quite up to ftMj her white standard. But she's not really nH;1 In the- social swim. She's a native, I take It It's been hard to pin her down iijl to any confidence about herself. She f M lives with a very dragon of an aunt at a farmhoufe on the edge of town. She Ii Wears her cotton dresses and shade hats In a way that takes the shine out of ;i Jhe women up at the hotel; but I've U never seen 'her sport any of the swell ; clothes they wear to the hops here. ! Oa, confound it! What's the use of my , mooning away to you at this rate? I've 1 got to go away and try to forget her , before It s too late. "Damarls Chase and her father are i to be here thie week, they tell me. And she's the girl the hcvids of both our houses expect me to manry! She may nave the good taste to refuse me and I almost hope she will She's a great heiress, and 'the consolidation of the business interesto would be a capital thing; but, oh. hang me If I thought It would be so hard to get that little Elrl's sweet face out of my heart. I j must, do the sensible thing and go In , for tho twenty thousand a year. Lord! ! but I'm sorry for those poor devils of I. Kings who have to wed for reasons of state. I feel disgusted like one of them. ; I'm sleepy. Good-night I'll finish this II lr) the morning. Ten to one I dream fVt Ivy Lyle." I'lr I.t neecled o signature. The writer 1 wag eatjily recognized. She crumpled li the -paper tightly in her hand and W thrust It into the blouse of her gown, , an a rapid, heavy step came crunching , ll 'lown the beach. That step had become f too pleasantly familiar. Could ho have 111 Known the a'naci hn! whiau-A,i ii I ,f his room' Had. ho seen it blown 1 flown to the beach? S "Good morning. Mies Lyle." He flung ,3 himself down beside her. His hand- 3j some, boyish face looked strained and IV as though Insomnia had claimed kji tlm. "You're out early. AVill vou go wwing with ine today up to Clear 1 ;, Springs?" I " rl can'1'" sbe faltered. I J The pleading voice had become so ,. perilously dear to her sho found it hard to refuse Something strange In her ; one made him look up tfulcklv, and no saw how pale she was. ii'1" i.-You are 111 ?" 1,e "led sharply. i hat Is it' what is wrong?" I There waw no doubt of the sincere U concern ih his eyes. I it ol"rt j.? nothing." Pride came to her aia. She rose "I must go home." I- f iAnd Won,t i'ou come up Black river I loday?" ontreatlngly, almost tenderly. Si It may be the last time." f.. iJ? WJ3 Planning planning. Oh. ' !f,5l T1 ?'Uel leUcM-: Eut the last ,j. nine, he had said. !l it wlhe ?.V-nEr up her head and smiled at i h,m I will go," sho said. rl1 V almnuf' G,r? y?ry Bny that afternoon. AllSSn S lcS3ly So- They had lunch: NjWfl00. ,lh2 'nn near the springs, and ft Just no the day wait closing. Whun 1 linV fani-c 10 partlS at theBdump or Uac bushe m tho lane that led to 1 ' Sf'V0,118? Jack -t-riklcy leaned for-9 for-9 a",? 00kt(1 into her eyes. & vol; Thfi srJld' U1 ,ove you I love ll VL cZn t lot you bo out of my Wf n,Jever,! tYou Aon'L know much of BamScieerltCrCd; about He took her shaking hands and held them fast. "Who in the- world has been telling you of her? I've never seen her, but our father have vast Interests In common, com-mon, and have been anxious to arrange" a match. I don't say I didn't think of being complaisant. Darling, some time 1 I maj' get up courage to tell you how near I came to being a paltry coward how desperately I tried to make myself my-self think I could do without you. But I cannot, and that's all thero is to it. If you can endure being poor with me for a few years, ni work bo hard at my profession to give you everything that I shall be sure to win." She had not been mistaken In letting herself love him. then. For phe did love him she did. And she bad known it all the while. She lifted her shy, flushed face. "I will be a good wife to you dear," she promised. And he- kissed her on the lips. That night when he sought her at the dance at the inn he stood amazed. That lovely lady in the snowy, shimmering shim-mering gown his demure, little country lassie! How superbly she carried herself. her-self. And those diamonds around her white throat were worth a fortune. She smiled up at his amazed countenance. "Aunt Agatha and I did not wish to be bothered with attentions," she whispered, whis-pered, "so we've been living incognito. I expected my father tonight, and dressed to do him and you," sweetly, "what, honor I could. Tou will pardon me," as she 9lgned for a boy who had brought her a telegram and' broke the seal of the message. "Detained," she read; "will bo with you tomorrow." She handed Ardsley the yellow slip. It was signed "Jasper B. Chase" and It was addressed to "Miss Damaris Chase." "That." she said, "is my name." "Ivy," he gasped. "Damaris Ivy Lyle Chase. You poor boyl Come out on the balcony. They are staring at us." "Come you base deceiver." |
