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kind of girl one ass<« iates with the country and so
seldom finds. Mrs. Allington swept <>ut like the
queen she was. The impatient one entered. Eagerly
she advanced toward him.
"Why did you never come hack?" she began. "I
watched for you for years, until my beauty faded
and my heart was broken. Then 1 married a farmer."
The man laughed. "That was sensible of yon to
marry the farmer," said Gaylord indifferently. He
began to wonder why he had ever wasted so much
time on women for whom he eared nothing He
gave a sigh of disgust. Perhaps Jim wasn't such a
fool ,r he himself had been, frittering away his time
with many. This girl bored him, a-- she chattered
of days m June, moonlight and all the other stage
Bettings for a rural romance. He was glad when
she went
Nor was he overjoyed when Minerva entered —
Minerva whose cleverness had kept him amused tor a
whole season, kept him talking all surts of dee], and
learned things, and reading Ibsen and Browning. It
had been a novelty to teach such a girl what love was
h'ke Bui she had taken it too seriously She "had
it in" for him -he saw that by the reproach in her
clear eyes
"I fear 1 shall be as unsuccessful a Nemesis ;us the
others have proved." she said; "but I wish I could
bring you t" a realization of how despicable you
really are. The others v.*re sentimeTit.il. or feigned
indifference; but voii know we used to talk things
over together You always understood so well," she
said wistfully "You declared that I was your
aflinity I always thought you were mine. I can't
forget I'm not fickle hke »!*• summer girl, nor re
vengeful like that Spaniard, nor cold like that society
woman u> >r a fool hke that country girl. 1 appeal to
you. ilo I not ?" she asked eagerly. " You like a clever
won,. in who can appreciate you
"Have I ;'■•; ••• live through the visitations of the
others of t!. en?" he demanded impatiently
"It is .»<- dull a- reading a popular novel the second
time."
M We are to keep coming antil your conscience has
been arou •■•! or your heart at l.i • heen touched.
THE BOYS' CAMPAIGN CLUB— By Julian Ollendorff
SUNDAY MAGAZINE for OCTOBER 9, 1904
Then we shall release your name from Madam Nemesis*
engagement book."
"Then 1 shall have to play host to memories of past
follies the rest of my life," Gaylord said gloomily.
"You all are tiresome l>ores. and I fail to see how I
ever spent s> much time dangling around you all."
The girl turned aside to conceal a look of triumph.
"Then you wouldn't advise your friend Jim to be a
dangler? "
It was extremely weird the way the apparitions
vanished.
A cold breeze swept in from the half-open door. As
In- rose to close the door, in the vague hope of shutting
out any more callers of so disconcerting a character,
he found himself face to face with a tall girl in a .lark.
smart-fitting tailor gown. She seemed different from
the others. The atmosphere that she brought with
her was of good-fellowship.
There was a note of satisfaction in Gaylord's voice
as he cried in surprise: "Miss Farrington — impossible!"
"Not a bit of it." she said coolly, and she prepared
to make herself at home. She drew off her gloves,
and as she looked up with a saucy smile on her face
she rubbed her hand over the soft fur of her muff,
now and then raising it to sniff at the huge hunch of
violets pinned to the front of it.
"Been golfing lately'" she asked carele sly
"Why have you come here*" he demanded "You
always have snubbed me so. You have nothing t<»
bring me to account for," he said in a worried tone.
"Snubbed you' Why. 1 have golfed with you.
raced you cross-country, and I never cut you. to my
re< i Election."
"Why did y<>u come h< re with the others?*'
"Do you remember when we were in the Fourth
Header"' You were twelve .fid 1 was nine and
sometimes you used to be nice t«i me —bring me a]
and < arry my h< ■• >k "
"You bei I do!" he said enthusiastically. "You
were a jolly httle girl We used to have spl
.b.-r how I threshed Jim True-dale
! ■• . ause In- --.nd your hair was r«d ' "
"Yes. and I ■■■'■ o remember that y> - looked
a: me after that girl from out West came to our school
You were fickle even in those days," I a gi r i
"But I never caret! for anyone exce:
Juliet, dear; hut after I came hack n gi you
seemed so indifferent that I was afran: ■
"Why. if here isn't that hideous -tire of
me. taken with my braid down my ! ■ riefL
"Did you care — then?"
"Y.s. and ever sinee — only I wa- ted fool,
and di '.n't know what I did want. bad my
eves opened this evening Caa y /; cmc
for looking at that girl from our \\
"Oh, I dad that loag af
"The others have been pusi nil- ;i r. It
has been your fan- that has alwa;
raring for the rest "
"But your vanity made tht ' tai inci
dents." said the girl slyly.
"But I am tired of incidents, . ". them.
Now Jim ha.s done iust what I Juliet —
he's married a nice gir! and
my ideal hU — to have a horni — and
Say you will marry me?"
"'But — why — didn't Jim tell y
she demanded.
"I didn't finish the letter — it's there t>n the floor,"
indifferently. "What has that to do with it?"
"He married me." said the girl wit a silvery laugh.
At the laugh, Gaylord started to hi-; feet. In so
doing he fell against the mantel, and an <>hjeet fell off.
There was a crash. It was the little god that had
been brought from a temple in China. As Gaylord
stooped over the broken bits his face was pale;
"Chink." he said, "that WM a beastly dream I had.
I am sorry it resulted so tragically firi >r you. But
better a dozen such little bric-a-brac things as you
were smashed than my hope about her. That was a
queer hallucination, though, and it «'.•.! seem as if
they all were here. Wonder whom Jim did rr.arnr.
after all."
He look up the letter, and tome I on the Hghts, for
the tire had burned itself out.
"So need to describe her." hi '.ear,
bold h her — it g\ ■ — "
And »hat was