Aransas Pass Progress (Aransas Pass, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 34, Ed. 1 Friday, December 3, 1909 Page: 3 of 8
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erty in Montana. Experts have given ;
me a good deal of encouragement over
it but I have been waiting to find just
the right man to put at thfc head of
the work. And now Dan is to under-
take it Oh”—at my glance—“it isn’t
a philanthropic scheme. The boy
will give me excellent service. If it is
a good thing for him, it’s a better
thing for me. And I’m to go out with
him to launch the enterprise. I’ve
no notion of being in the way when
my brother and his wife return.”
“But your brother can’t do without
you. You will always be as necessary
to him as his wife.”
“Later, perhaps, but not Just at
first," she said. “We don’t know
much about honeymoons, you and I,
Mr. Twining; but I’m sure you’ll agree
with me that no man wants even his
beloved sister underfoot at that time.
So Dan and I are off in a fortnight.”
“Good!” I approved; “and if things
don’t go well with me I’ll come along.
May IT”
CHAPTER XII.
Barbara was away several weeks,
and then one day Mrs. Dines, meeting
me on the street, told me that she had
come back to town and that she was
well and entirely recovered from the
effects of the. unfortunate publicity of
her broken engagement.
I went to see her that evening. It
was just after dinner, and the maid
told me that Miss Hemingray was go-
ing out, but that she would ask if she
would see me for a few minutes.
As we stood talking, Barbara came
down the stairs. She wore a rather
scrumptious gown of white—one from
her trousseau, I imagine, and the hope
went over me that it might-yet fulfill
the purpose for which it had been de-
signed. Her cloak was white toe—a
velvety thing that I had not seen be-
fore. It became her wonderfully, with
its bewitching folds and curves and
richness. And her brown head, lifting
itself with all its charming poise
above the new loveliness, thrilled me
while the eyes that looked down on
me were more like the eyes of the
Barbara I loved than they had been
for a very long time.
“Oh. you!” she exclaimed, from the
landing where she paused an instant
at sight of me.
“Going out?” I asked, lightly, as if
I were not dazzled and palpitant.
“To a very small affair at the
Averills’. Why not come along?”
“Because I’m not asked. But you
will give me a minute before you
go?” I pleaded.
She glanced at the hall clock.
“Yes, I think so. Hord Averill is
coming for me, but it isn’t time for
him yet.”
“Annie,” said I to the maid, “if Mr.
Averill arrives, show him into the
drawing-room and let him wait.”
“You are very urgent,” Barbara
said, with a rather uncertain smile.
I held open the library door and she
entered. She did not sit, but stood
half turning to me, leaning against
the corner of the table near the fire-
place, where a low fire burned. I had
never seen her half so lovely, nor so
adorable.
, “We have abused our friendship and
treated it shamefully,” I said at once,
“and now perhaps I am. about to
maroon it; but I must take the chance.
Forgive me if I have come too soon,
dear, but I can wait no longer. I must
know—now that you are free to tell
me—whether I can ever hope that you
will care for me.”
“Do you know all that has hap-
pened?” she asked. She was as
white as her gowrn, and her eyes only
half lifted to mine.
“Yes, Barbara. Don’t mind, dear.
Part of it I guessed and the other
part had to be told me. Bui I am glad
that there is nothing for you to tell
ror me to—to try to—to care ror you,
for I—”
“Don’t try to go on,” I cried. “I sec.
I have been a fool to expect it.”
A little sound of pain escaped her.
I pulled myself together with an
effort
“You Mustn’t worry,” I said, dully.
“I can’t blame you, heaven knows! I
wouldn’t have you come to me unless
you love me, you know that. And I
would rather go on—alone—than have
you give yourself to me through pity.”
“Oh, yes, yes!” she oried.
I stared into the fire. I had
thonght I was prepared!
Presently she began to speak again:
"Won’t you let me finish, please? I—
I want you to understand. It would
be foolish for me to—to try to care
for you, because—because—”
“Oh, don’t try to ease it for me!” 1
broke in. “I must learn to bear It.
Forgive me for being so long getting
myself In hand. You’re not to blame
yourself, dear. You never gave me
any reason to hope, but I did. I told
myself that I didn’t, but I did—even
when I thought Ankony was going to
carry you off the next day, I still
hoped. It seemed to me that heaven
meant you Bhould belong to me, and
that I must have you. But there,
there! don’t look at me like that,
and don’t—”
“I am going to finish,” she said,
resolutely. “Let me go on.”
“I wish you wouldn’t,” I urged.
She sat down, bending to the fire. I
could not see her eyes, but I knew
they were misty, and the softness of
her voice was indescribable.
“I couldn’t try to care for you be-
cause—because I have been—have
been fighting for months—to—to quit
caring. Oh, why—why will you be so
dense?”
“Barbara!” I cried, bending over
her.
She put up a futile little hand be-
tween us, but I laughed in the rap-
ture of the moment and caught her in
my arms.
“Wait,” she pleaded.
“My waiting is over!” I breathed.
“Oh, look at me, dear one, and let me
have the testimony of your eyes. I’m
afraid of your lips.”
“Foolish!” whispered she, lifting
her eyes to mine. And then: “But
oh, you are—Tom, Tom! you are
crushing my beautiful new gown, and
it—it did cost such a pile,” with a lit-
tle breathless laugh.
“There will be plenty of other
gowns,” I exclaimed, “but never an-
other moment quite like this.”
The fire did its best to be up to the
situation; it crackled in a sudden
noisy glee and threw enchanting shad-
ows over Barbara’s head as I looked
down on it. Dan’s rheumatic old
spaniel, who haunted the library,
awoke from his nap in the corner at
the moment and, coming to stretch
himself on the hearth-rug, observed
something unusual going On, and, look-
ing up inquiringly, brushed against
Barbara’s skirts to attract her atten-
tion.
The maid’s light steps passed down
the hall and I heard the outer' door
open and a man’s voice in the vesti-
bule.
“It’s Averill,” I said. “I shan’t so
much mind having to give you up to
him now.”
But he did not seem to enter into
the moment with her.
Oh, it has been so hard,” she whis-
pered, a little half sob breaking the
sweetness of her voice. “There were
times when I thought I should never,
never be able to stand it,” and I felt
her shiver in my arms.
“I know, my brave one,” I whis-
pered back; “I know.”
She lifted her head a moment later
and looked at me, and my heart bowed
beneath the shining of her eyes and
the tremulous beauty of her dear face.
“But it doesn’t matter now. Noth-
ing matters now,” she said, thrillingly.
(THE END.)
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TWEMi IETH _ ANNIVERSARY SALE
Continued for the Holidays
Owing to the close proximity of the Holidays and the requests of many of
our patrons, the 20th Anniversary Sale is extended.
THE PEOPLES
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SMELLED LIKE COFFEE.
The American opinion of ooffee
as -understood in the English home
is not high, and how the coffee of
the English lodgings is esteemed
may be understood from the follow-
ing traveler’s tale. It was his first
morning in London “apartments,”
and his landlady came up with the
breakfast and as he began the meal
opened a slight conversation.
“It looks like rain,” she said.
“It does,” replied the American,
“but it smells rather like coffee.”
AGRICULTURAL.
“Is there a crop of knives and
! forks and pencils and things spring-
I ing up down where you are?” asked
; the seventh floor flat dweller of the
janitor. “Down there in your
court?”
“Ma’am?” he asked.
“I mean.” she explained, “that I
have dropped enough things like
that I poked my flower boxes with
this summer to start a farm.”
RUBINSTEIN AS A TEACHER.
Locked in Vault All Day.
A startling experience recently be-
fell a London (England) workman
named Kirkbride. He was at work
on the flooring of a bank in Vauxhall
Bridge road, and about ten o’clock in
the morning had occasion to enter
the strongroom to get some materials.
W hile he was inside the door swung
to, locking automatically, and he
found himself a prisoner. No one on
the premises had the key, and it was
not till six o’clock in the evening that
the architect arrived, in response to
an urgent summons, and released him.
/There was little chance of Kirkbride
getting out in any other manner, for
the strongroom was fitted with a sys-
tem of lock which has recently been
brought out, and has never yet been
successfully broken open. It is an in-
genious system which overcomes the
ordinary faulty method of using a
series of small bolts.
Great Musician Had No Sympathy
with Those Who Were Prone
to Acquire Mannerisms.
“Once I played a Liszt rhapsody
pretty badly. After a few momenta
he said: ‘The way you played this
piece would be all right for auntie or
mamma.’ Then, rising and coming to-
ward me, he would say: ‘Nowr let ua
see how we play such things.’ Then
I would begin all over again, but hard-
ly had I played a few measures when
he would interrupt and say:
“‘Did you start? I thought I hadn’t
heard right—’
“ ‘Yes, master, I certainly did,’ I
would reply.
“ ‘Oh,’ be would say, vaguely, ‘I
didn’t notice.’
“ ‘How do you mean?’ I would ask.
“ T mean this,’ be would answer:
‘Before your fingers touch the keys
you must begin the piece mentally—
that, is you must have settled.in your
mind the tempo, the manner of touch,
and, above all, the attack of the first
j notes, before your actual playing ’be-
gins.’ . . .
“On another occasion I asked him
for the fingering of a rather complex
passage.
“ ‘Play it with your nose,’ he replied,
"hut make it sound well!’
“Once Rubinstein said;
“ ‘Do you know why piano playing
is so difficult? Because it is prone to
be either affected or else afflicted with
mannerisms; and when these two pit-
falls are luckily avoided then it is
liable to be—dry! The truth lies be-
tween those three michiefs.’'"—From
Hofmann’s Piano Playing.
JOHN BEYETT & SON’S
SPECIAL SALE
On Men’s Hats, Shoes
and Pants will begin
Dec. 2 and lasts 5 days.
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■HMSa to give you 20 per cent off on anything you
buy m these three lines. €jj Our Spring shipment
of Shoes will be in about Dec. 7 and we mu6t
have more room. Our pants are all pew. Our
Hats have only been in the house for ten days,
and are or the latest Styles and m all colors. Now
is the time to buy your new bats, shoes and pants.
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“My Waiting Is Over/’ I Breathed.
me—nothing but the one thing I am
so eager to hear. Yon won’t keep me
waiting any longer, will you?”
“After all that has happened you
still want me for—your—”
“More than ever; a thousand times
more than ever!” I cried.
“I don’t understand how you can,”
she said. She turned fier face /from
me, leaning heavily on the table, the
soft firelight over her. “Could you
ever be sure of me? I have deceived
you so long.”
“You must deceive neither yourself
nor me now,” I said, seriously. “I
want the truth, whatever that is. Be,
honest. Don’t try to be kind to me.
You have had to make pretense so
long. Think only of yourself now.”
I waited for her reply, but it was
long in coming, so long that my heart
sank.
“If I am to be honest,” she began,
“I must tell you that—that—”
“Yes? Don’t be afraid, dear.”
“That it would be foolish—foolish
Revive Whale Fishing.
Southwest Harbor plans a new in-
dustry during the coming summer in a
revival of whale fishing. Whales are
said to be plentiful off Mount Desert
rock and vicinity, and John Stanley
& Sons have bought j$e steam yacht
Princess from Castine summer parties
and will utilize her for a whaling craft
during the coming summer. The
Princess is' a flyer, very fast, with 215-
horse power and is 72 feet long. Bomb
guns will be fitted on her decks and
she will go after the whales in dead
earnest. Each finny monster is worth
something like $500, and after he is
captured he will be towed to South-
west Harbor to go the way of all dead
whales. The prospect for the whales
this summer is by no means cheerful.
—Lewiston (Me.) Journal.
Railroad Link Needed.
Consul-General G. Bie Ravendal of
Beirut says that the question of link-
ing Egypt and Syria by a railway is
certain to be seriously considered, as
its advantages are obvious. He writes
concerning a project: Mr. Almagia,
a prominent Italian contractor in Alex-
andria, informs the Egyptian Gazette
that he asked the Ottoman and Egyp-
tian governments to allow liim to j
make plans for a railway line by way j
of El Arish to Jaffa. The negotiations i
are in charge of Mr. Ambron, the en- !
gineer of the firm, who is shortly re-
turning to Egypt from Italy. The
idea is that the line, after crossing
the Suez canal, should run along the
coast to the frontier at El Arish and
then on to its terminus at Jaffa, where
it would connect with the Jerusalem
railway.” j
Terrible Candor.
“What part of my book did you
most enjoy?” asked the authorette as
she brushed her hair over her ears.
And after a moment’s reflection Miss
Cayenne answered:
“The cover design.”—Exchange.
SPOIL FIELD OF WATERLOO.
Waterloo, the battlefield, is rapid-
ly being divested of its interesting
features. The houses which shel-
tered men who helped to make his-
tory there are being tom down, the
roads and paths are being obliterat-
ed and soon there will be nothing
left to remind one of Napoleon’s
last stand but the great mound
capped by the AVaterloo lion. The
museum is to be dismantled and the
articles which have been carefully
kept for years will be distributed
among the provincial museums of
Belgium, where as individual exhibr
its they will lose much in value.
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