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romance continued through the
summer, and Mrs. Evans, to say
nothing of Tom, helped it on with
all her heart. -
No one knew just what Marian
thought, for1 she- lenew how to
keep her feelings to herself, but
Mrs. Evans was sure that she car
ried Horace's picture in the locket
which never left her possession.
"I am sure it is the- one 1 took
of him with that old kodak' Mrs.
Evans confided to Tom.
"But that is a rank one-," he
objected, but his wife closed his
lips with a kiss. "Remember how
I carried that old tintype of you?"
she asked, and Tom nodded.
The summer drifted away,
leaving beautiful memories of de
lightful days, and.yeJHorace
knew he was storing 1ip "for him
self such unhappiness -as-he had
never known before, if he' was not
to succeed. He had loved the
Marian Hastings he had thought
Mrs. Evans was, but when he
met her cousin he knew that the
latter was his ideal, for" outside of
his admiration for Nell Evans, he
had always preferred blondes;
he himself was very dalk, and
tall women to those of small pro
portions. "Is he never going to speak?"
Nell asked Tom more than once,
but Tom remembered how hard
it had been for him to realize that
he had won Nell, sympathized,
and longed to give comfort, but
did not know exactly how to ad
minister the dose.
Matters were in this state when
Mrs Nell resolved upon a master
stroke. "I'll do itt" she decided.
and shook her pretty head, "al
though I suppose it is going out
side the limit of the law, but then
'All's fair in love and war," and
she laughed softly, and made htr
plans, not even taking Tom into
That very afternoon, a delight
fully warm Sunday in early Sep1
tember, she managed to get Hor
ace and Marian into the little
summer parlor with windows
opening on the side veranda
Then when they "were absorbed
in each other, although sitting in
that somewhat silent communion
which comes to those who are
mentally mated, she stole up on
the veranda, carefully gathered
the floating ends of the lace cur
tains into her be-ringed little
hands. A moment later she fair
ly scuttled back to the main ver
anda where Tom was blissfully
napping, and picked up the book
she had abandoned. She did not
see a word of the printed words,
however, and she was as pale as
death, this gorgeous little rose,
until she heard a long, thrilling
.scream. It was what she had been
"Wake up, Tom, quick," she
cried, shaking her husband.
"Marian is screaming; something
Tom was on his feet in an in
stant, and the two ran into the
house, guided by the screams,
which were loud and insistent.
Throwing open the door of the
summer paTlor, Nell gave a little
sobbing laugh, and then dropped
her head on her husband's arm,
shaking with laughter1.