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By RUBY M. AYRES
Auther et "A Man'a Way," "The One Unwanted," "A Bacheler
Hatband," elc.
CovvrieM, ism, hu PuiUe Ltdecr Cempanu '
this nKOINS THE STOItY
Uarlerit't pinthrr wai Ullltd In
ulaiceid'-it. nnd htr ath-r tout
"IKS Si the low thothtntehcua b,
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t?ffirti rutd tern. . Marjerle ioe rnt
Jill land hard Um.
AND IIKBE IT CONTINUES
rflE little stream ran very fast past
re, feet, carrying sticks and weeds
.J floating grass en Is besom. 8erae
Jf the little objects whirled round and
round a they nHJC the? Sre
5neln (or pure joy. Seme of them
Sn Inte the bank and get ledged there
Wfe.da!fwrwrd I thought 'of that
morning and the racing stream and It
itemed symbolical of life.
Hew eme of us go racing en through
th world Just happy and careless, and
thinking only of the present, rushing
en and en In n whirlpool of gnycty and
amusement, never still, never sitting
down. And ethers well, they Just leek
down the roadway that leads through
.1. n-nrl,t. walk Inte the first house thev
come te and stay there for the rest of
their lives.
But I wns tee young then te moralize,
m greatest excitement being throwing
tones In the water and watching the
trer-wldcning circles that roce and
prend from the spot where they sunk.
I was engrossed In this edifying
occupation when there was n rustling
' teund In the grass, and an indignant
veire spoke close beside me.
"1 knew there was some one throwing
utencs. Ne wonder 1 can't catch any-
"linr , , , i,
I started violently and dropped an
extra large stone with an agitated plop
right Inte the water.
A boy steed in the Ien? grass bcide
me. He was long-legged and brown
faced and very angry looking, and he
carried a fishing-red in one hand and
a glass of Jam-pet, with n pl"ce of
utrlng tied around one rim, in the
ether.
I stared at him open-mouthed. And
he stared at me tee, before he burst
out again angrily :
"Hew de you expect u fellow te
'catch an thing if you're making such
a splash in the water."
I found my tongue then, and I said
stupidly :
"I don't expect you te catch any
thing. And I think you're very rude."
He colored a little and fidgeted. My
ayes wandered te the jam-pnt.
"Have jeu caught anj thing?" I
asked, my interest getting the better of
ay anger.
"Only seme tiddlers," he said off
handedly, in the manner of n man who
disclaims being n here.
I gave a gasp of admiration.
"Oh, de let inc see," I begged. And
a few minutes later we were fast
friends.
He took me down the bank te a
group of willows ami showed me where
the tiny fish darted In and out of the
shallows. He even let me held his red,
and was nearly ns excited as 1 was
when a little wriggling body appeared
sniffing round.
Afterward he shared some stale bis
cuits from n very crumby pocket with
me, and we sat down with -our backs
te the willows te rest.
I was quite communicative by that
time.
"De you live here?" 1 asked.
He shook bis head.
"Ne. I'm staying n school for the
holidays, as the kids at home have
get the measles."
"We have n fine peel," T said,
eagerly. "Hut there aren't any kids at
my home I don't think I've gut a
home. And my father's abroad."
"Oh! De they give you u pretty
deceat tlme?" he asked.
I shook my head dolefully.
"I wish I had get a home," I told
him.
CHAPTER II
ne wrinkled up Ids iienc. He was
a rather geed-looking boy with blue
eyes and brown hair that made des
perate efforts te wave, but which was
Icept se close cropped that It hud very
'little chance.
"What's your name?" he asked, con
descendingly. 1 teid him.
"Marjerle Elsa Dairy mple."
He looked at me interestedly.
"Great Scott!" he said. "Then you
tnust be the kid my pater comes te
Ke."
I only stared.
"I'm Tempest." he explained a little
lmpntlently. "Richard Tempest. My
pater's your pater's solicitor.
And that was hew I first met the
boy who was years afterward te piny
aueh an Important part in my life.
The rest of the month during which
Miss Vlvash waa In Italy flew by. I
cansafely say I was never dull again.
Every moment of each day that I
could manage te get away I spent with
Richard Tempest.
I had never had a brother of my own.
J had never had a boy friend, and I
thought him the most wonderful crea
ture I had yet comb across.
Everything hu snld and did was mnr mnr
Tfleus in my ejes. I followed him
Wutid like a grateful deg. I waited
en him hand and feet whenever oppor
tunities arose; and I can truthfully say
that I had never been se happy in my
Ills.
He was several years my senior I
was twelve then and he, I suppose, slx
,en and naturally he treated me with
that half-tolerant, half-geed-natured
patrenage which a big boy always
hews te a little girl.
He called me "Kid," nnd let me see
Very plainly that he considered a girl
very peer sort of thing.
I can feel the silly tears spring te
my eyes even new as I think of these
jammer days and the long-legged boy
Jgd the little girl who followed him
aoeut the fields and lanes se adoringly.
But the childish idyll enme te an end.
and enp morning he told me that he had
naa a letter from home saying that the
Docter had pronounced the "kids" free
"viii miectien.
y-J3? ? eit tonight," he added. "And
fluU he nF ' t00' t0 BCt out of thl8
.Jnd then I did the stupidest thing I
tears peMlbly have done burst into
He had never seen me shed n tear
Si ' !ml he H,nrc'l t me with nn
v?.u.m,xture of disgust and dismay en
"".Brown face.
h ask ; V d,cken,t is the "tatter?"
sobs "Pained Incoherently between
h..J den,t want yu te go I shan't
S'zrgei wuh-0h l den,t
2, JUJ.?uch werd9 T ,inl appealed
tn.?Jj "tber two years before net
r.4uime t0 bending school, and had
hl21. BCBnt apathy for my pains j
niatery repented itself onee mere.
m 111 lemPest turned his back en
"ntemptuensly.
tupidlV' B,l,d- "airl8 arc
left ,?'alKeJ.1 off ncr0M the fleId nnd
th. .?J2 8ltt,n? Jn tne ,en ass by
HiBtr"mf sbblnic disconsolately.
I of?. Ja? h.a(l children of my own
17 tbl!'k t the pathetic figure I
mv ?!' ,ene'y nnd ""wanted, while
walked disgustedly nwny.
te Bl?r,hentt J08 "n lenscd
IllTWe ""ew the veara that new
lTiae from my childhood, and
In just
MARRIAGE
snntch up that peer little girl who was
me. and kiss her, nnd make much of
btr. as my own mother 'would have done
had she been thcre.
But every new and then between sobs
I peered round In the forlorn hope that
Hichnrd would ceme bnck. He did net,
and I had te go home te my dlnner
without seeing him again.
Jane questioned inc sharply when she
saw my tcnr-rcddcncd eyes.
'Vhat's the matter. Miss Mar
Jerle?" she asked. "Have you hurt
yourself?"
I muttered seuthing about having
bumped my heart and she said In a
relieved veice:
"la that all? Well, you are a cry
baby!" Which was nil the sympathy
I get from her!
CHAPTER III
After dinner 1 haunted the lanes nnd
fieldq till It was dusk, but ltlehnrd did
net come. I suppose he had forgetton
all about me In the excitement of going
home.
1 cried mrsclf te siren tlint nlirl.t.
and in the morning I get up almost ns
seen as it was light and dresied myself
and stele out te the fields nnd stream,
because I felt sure, somehow, that he
would net be se unkind as te go without
saying geed -by.
Fer three weeks we had been such
pals. I did net understand then that
he had only condescended te talk te
me because he could find no one better.
nut. of course, I saw nothing of him :
nnd Inter en In the morning I screwed
up my courage and went te his hchnol hchnel hchnol
heuse, which he had ence pointed out
te me through the trees.
' A gardener wns sweeping the path
which led te the front deer, and I went
nn te him and asked timidly if lie knew
where Hichnrd Tempest wns.
He stepped sweeping nnd pushed his
cap te the bnck of his head ns he looked
down at ipe, smiling goed-naturedly.
"Master Tempest!" he echoed.
"Why, he went home last night, misslc.
I took his boxes te the station myself in
a barrow."
Tears filled my eyes, though I tried
hard te keep them back.
"He didn't say goed-byto me," I
whisper) d chokingly.
Sudden Illumination cresned his face.
"Are you the jeung lady from Sllss
VlvnMi'a school up et the Oaks?" he
asked.
"Ves," I faltered.
He put down his broom.
"Yeu come along e' me. then," he
snld; he held his rough hand te me,
and led me down the garden te a pot pet
ting shed, lie took something off a
shelf.
"I clean forget for the moment." he
told me apologetically. "Hut Master
Tempest he gave me this for you. '(live
It "or yourself, .Tcnks.' he said. 'And
tell 'cr I'm net cress.' "
He pressed n letter and a small bag
Inte my hnnds; the bag was half full
of chocolate drops that looked as if they
had lensr been carried in u warm neclcet.
ami the letter which I huvc still was
hurriedly written In a big, boyish
scrawl.
"I'm sorry I didn't say geed-by te
you you're better than most girls."
And that was the last I heard of blm
for many years.
Onee 1 screwed up my courage and
asked his father hew Richard was; but
he looked nt me se hard through his
pebble glasses that I never dared repeat
the question.
The rest of my life nt the Oaks was
uneventful. I never did anything won
derful, like passing un examination or
taking u scholarship. I made very few
friends.
"You'll never get en In the world,
Mnrjerie." Miss Vlvash used te say te
me sharply. "Yeu jdream tee much.
One day you'll be looking nt the clouds
and bump your hcu.j against the cell
ing." I was nearly fifteen when one after
noon she came into the classroom where
we were tryinc te Interest ourselves in
the fall of the Reman Empire and asked
for me.
She looked flushed nnd excited, as
shi) always did when nny of the cirls"
parents came. When I followed her
out of the room she whispered te inc te
run upstairs rind put en my best frock,
as there wns some one te sec me in the
drawing room.
I supposed it wns Mr. Tempest ; no
body clse ever came te see me.
I brushed my hair, get an inkstnln
off my finger with pumice stone, nnd
went down te the drawing room.
I heard voices as I turned the han
dle ; when I opened the deer I saw n
man standing back te the mantel shelf.
He wns nn elderly mnn, with Iren-gray
hnir, and a fatrnnjjer te me; but some
thing n Ids eyes ns they met mine sent
a little shiver of remembrance through
my heart. '
"Come in, Marjerle," snld Miss Vl
vash, in the sugnry tones she kept for
girls when their parents were present.
"Don't leek se frightened, child.
Don't you knew who this gentleman
Is?"
I looked nt her, and again nt the
man ; nnd ence mere tlint little shiv
ering remembrance crept through me,
"Xe," I said, in a whisper; but In
my heart I knew.
It was my father!
CHAPTER IV
My father took me away from the
Oaks school next day. I had net been
particularly happy there, und I never
liked school, but 1 wept despairingly
when I saw my boxes being bumped
down the unenrpeted stairs.
Miss Vlvash weh much gratified by
the sight of my grief; I buppesc she
thought it wns n geed advertisement
for her that I was se loath te leave;
I was tee young te explain that It was
net grief, but fear that caused my
tears feur of the unknown future te
which I was beiug se rudely trans
planted. I had fenred and dreaded my father
five years age. I did se ineic new; his
very appearance was strange he
seemed te have lest in height and
gained in breadth nnd ungninllness
his face was red and puffy, and his
eyes had lest their hawklike sharpness,
and often looked dull and glassy.
He showed me ns little sympathy'
when he took me way from the Oaks
as he had shown that day rive years
age when he led me hack te the house
when I hud run after the fly that drove
Nunce te the station.
We had a hired fly ourselves this
time; my boxes were heaped up beside
the coachman, and my father and I
sat opposite te ene another in the btuffy
interior.
I hung out of the window with the
tears pouring down my face, and waved
te the jjreup of girls and mistresses
at the doorway et the school for as
long as I could see them. Miss
Vlvash's sharp face looked kinder than
I ever remembered It; I think she was
amazed that I should be be grieved te
leave her.
I never saw her again, although
years after, when I bad a daughter of
my own she sent me a flowery and
exaggerated prospectus of her school,
with a note asking me If I had forgot
ten my own happy days with her.
I put the note In the lire with a
shudder; somehow I could only remem
ber these lonely holidays and the bare,
map-hung walls et the schoolroom,
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