The Elmer Record. (Elmer, Okla.), Vol. 2, No. 43, Ed. 1 Thursday, September 23, 1909 Page: 2 of 12
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CHAPTER IV,—Continued.
"Then you won't—you won't—oh,
will you—" gh* cried chaotically.
"I won't," I declared. "It'g ill right.
Why. Barbara, blegg you, you knew
that, didn't your'
She nodded slowly. "Of course
there never wag—oh, why do you
make me say such things?—there
never was anything—anything be-
tween us. Mr. Twining. You don't
care for me, really, I sm sure. You—
never told me so, and—"
"No, I never told you so," I re-
peated. "1 was waiting—"
"Don't," she begged. "But, you see,
I didn't know. And, oh, It couldn't
have—"
I stooped and'touched her hair with
my UpB.
"Never mind," said I; "tell me about
who has been to see you. I want to
know everything, you know."
She lifted me a grateful glance.
"Mrs. Tyson Potter was here," she
said, and a new. stinging smile
touched her lips. "She came to say
pleasantly unpleasant things. She told
me quite frankly that It was a wise
thing for a poor girl like me to marry
rich. You wouldn't—"
"I am not a Mrs. Tyson Potter. The
old heathen!"
Barbara flashed me a smile.
"But it's rather the natural thing
for people to say of such an engage-
ment," she protested a moment later.
"You know it is."
"Nonsense! It Isn't. And what do
you care what they say? Was there
ever a betrothal that was not the sig-
nal-gun for a perfect volley of silly
chatter?"
She smoothed a crumpled frill of
lace.
"Miss Winstanley has not been
here," she said significantly.
"She's not in town. She left the
day before your engagement was an-
nounced. Didn't you know?"
"No. Oh, I'm so giad. I thought
she disapproved. And I'm so very
fond of her I couldn't bear—"
"Nothing of the sort. She'll write
you the minute she hears, of course.
She has gone oflf somewhere with a
sick friend and probably nasn't heard
the news yet."
"How comforting you are! It'» such
a relief to hear it. > couldn't bear to
feel estranged from her. The blsbop
"Ob. a r banal at milo aoto Ho mM
the most beautiful thing* IM It"
"It Is a part of his mission—lo say
. beautiful things ~
I "And how well bo tils It! Mo la
sorb a dear."
"80 Mr* Aakooy says." I remarked-
"Mrs. Aakooy?"
"Mrs. Jack—wheg bo (idea to the
park with Mlaa 8treeter."
"Ob." and she smiled politely. How
many womea amlle politely wbea
their husband's relatlvea are men
Uonedl
"Oh. perbapa you don't like bar. la
that itr
"I suppose you will go to tbo Cana-
dian Rockies for your bridal trip?" I
suggested presently.
"No. no!" abo cried sharply.
"You always said you would Uko
that, you know."
"I have changed my mind."
1 Angered an old Spanish cooking-
pot of copper that stood on the table
between us. That old Spanish cook-
ing-pot! How many times. In crucial
moments, we have bent to examine It,
Barbara and I. There Is not a scratch
or dent on Its polished surface tbat I
cannot see with my eyes shut.
"There Is something I want you to
understand," I said slowly, "and then
we won't talk any more about It."
«Y«—es?" sbe encouraged, rather
doubtfully.
"It Is only that, no matter what
comes, you are to remember that I
have Qot changcd."
She put her band to her throat
with a gesture new to me, and full
of pain. "Why will you?" she pleaded.
"Don't, please don't!"
"1 don't want to hurt you, dear. It
can't matter to you one way or the
other now. And you are to under-
stand that I don't blame you one bit
Jove! how could I? You couldn't care
for me If you couldn't. And heaven
knows I don't wonder that you could-
n't. But I want you to know, that's
all. I think perhaps you have always
known, a little—haven't you? Such
things between some people don't
have to be put into words. Voicing
them seems somehow to rob them of
their exquisiteness. You know what I
mean, don't you? 'I love you* sounds
so empty, while it is so overflowingly
replete. I fancied you felt as I did
about It, dear. I was waiting. Indeed,
to know a little better Just how you
did feel. I wanted not to lose your
friendship if you could not give me
your love. Failing that, I was deter-
mined to have for my own the perfect
relationship that has so long endured
between us, and I knew I should spoil
it by declaring my love for you pre-
maturely."
"Yes," she breathed.
"So I never told you I loved you.
Barbara, and I am telling you now
that you may be sure that, little as It
amounts to, my devotion is yours to
command, if you need it. If you can
ever lean a little on it. won't you? Do.
dear I want so much^ to serve you—
if 1 may. at any tim'e, in any way
No. don't say anything, please. I know
you would like to say something kind
Bless your heart! Let me take It for
granted. I'm going now."
"font «*" at
me enr
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I mminrai "Anything boi mm.
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lb* arwt through the familiar rata
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CHAPTER V.
Iiiabop Winatanley seal tor ■* Iba
aest day Mia unetpected summon*
rame late in iba afternoon, wnan •
waa very bogy, and I could not an-
swer 11 at one* I «r©*e promptly to
big bou— tbo moment I waa released
from my l**i engagement, but It was
lata and tb* light* were 00. Ho *ent
word down that bo waa dreaalng for
dlaaer. but that bo would be glad 10
have me come directly lo big dreeelng
room. I went up. lo And blm to n
rut her flamboyant gown, sitting Incon-
grououaly beside bis sister's dainty
little dressing table, with Ita pink-
shaded candles.
He put down n silver-bucked brush
aad rose to greet me. I knew blm bet"
ter In canonlcala and broadcloth than
In this bizarre attire, and be rather
embarrassed me; but. aa ugual, ho
wag serene and apparently quite un-
disturbed, aa If be wore as aocua-
tomed to granting audiences here aa
In the atately rooms below.
"They are doing over my aulto
while my sigter is away." ha ex-
plained. "and 1 have taken poesesgion
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"A Most Remarkable Document," I
Observed.
here. Sit down, If you can find room
for the pillows. Such trifling pillows
as they are," with a smile. "For so
sensible a woman as my sister, she
amazes me with her furbelows."
"I suppose sbe would call them
comforts," I suggested.
"Oh. doubtless," said he. "They
are more like little pink and yellow
cotton puffs than anything that might
give real comfort." He tossed a
couple of them out of a brocaded arm-
chair and, Indicating it, drew up an-
other for himself.
"I hope my summons did not Incon-
venience you, arriving at such an
hour?" he remarked. "But my mind
has been greatly perturbed, and 1
wished to hava it put at peace one
way or the other. The matter upon
which 1 wish you to advise me is one
of exceeding delicacy and unusuaK
ness."
I bowed.
"Perhaps you know Mrs. Anson
•latently leveled wb*fO sbe thought
they onflbi not lo bo. I Imogtaed
something toiersoitog waa about 10 bo
—tolirl bat I waa to no wny pro*
pared tor wbai come ^ „
"Ton bn*o—nb, seen Mr* Dtaee
Iba bishop asked
-Once." said I; "u someuhal stout
Indy with eoptouo—"
China." supplied h* gravely.
"Deor mo." said L
Tb* bishop nodded solemnly.
-A trifle elderly r I vealured. ea-
eouraged by something In bis eye*.
-A trifle! She 1* W "
"Ah. to It poaslbler
"Mr* Dine* admits «0." be replied.
-She may be more. But W—is
enough"
I nodded, not quite understanding,
nnd waiting for that which 1 baew
would make It plain.
"Mrs. Dlnea to a tody of very large
meona and equally generous Inclina-
tions." he continued. "A woman who
baa done much good and ahould con-
tinue to do more. Charitable work to
her passion. She Is an enthualaat
along that particular line. My alater
flndg In her n most beautiful and com-
mendable character.
1 have often heard her called so."
"There are undoubtedly many ad-
mirable things about the lady."
"Aa a young woman I Imagine gbo
may have been attractive," I ventured,
watching the bishop out of the tall of
my eye.
"Aa a young woman," he repeated.
"And clever," aald I.
He smiled. "She to still clever
enough," he commented.
There was a long pause, during
which bis shapely fingers caressed the
tassel of his dressing gown.
"Mrs. Dines Is In Africa at present,"
he continued. "She says she desires
to remain there Indefinitely. Wishing
to further to Ita utmost the work sbe
has undertaken, and to be entirely un-
hampered and unharassed by restric-
tions, she has sent this most remark*
able proposition to my sister, who in
turn has indorsed it and sent It on to
me with all promptness. I wish you
to tell me what you think of it, sir."
He handed me a decorous-looking
document, which I opened with much
Interest It was exceedingly direct
and simple—as unadorned and simple
as the lady who had indited it: Mrs.
Anson Dines, for the privilege of us-
ing the powerful name of Bishop
Charles Winstanley, would dedicate
her undivided effort and her undivided
fortune to the church which the bish-
op so brilliantly adorned, especially
to that portion of it which she had
taken under her special care and lov-
ing direction, there in a country so
far from her home. The marriage
should be performed by proxy, and
Bishop Winstanley should continue,
then and always, at perfect liberty to
pursue his own helpful and shining
career in bis own land, and in his own
manner, quite as if s"he did not bear
his name.
I finished what was so curiously
and so plainly set forth, and looked
up to meet the bishop's questioning
eyes.
"A most remarkable document," I
observed.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Josh—It's too bad I
Rosh—What's too ">ad?
Josh—That our t-elghbors always
know when we have fried onions for
supper, but never get next wLen we
have strawberries and ice creum.—
Yonkers Statesman.
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Bennett, Banks C. The Elmer Record. (Elmer, Okla.), Vol. 2, No. 43, Ed. 1 Thursday, September 23, 1909, newspaper, September 23, 1909; Elmer, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc305227/m1/2/: accessed April 19, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.