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Then came the fierce, passionate, profuse weeping the spring freshet of a woman's soul. She heard a low knock at the door. She remained perfectly silent. Another knock. Still she did not move. The door was tried. Hope Wayne raised her head, but said nothing. There was a louder knock, and the voice of Fanny Newt: "Miss Wayne, are you asleep? Please let me in." It was useless to resist longer.

Still, she has had a certain background. We must admit that marriage with your son on his income alone would mean a decrease in her material comforts." Mrs. Wayne laughed. "More than you know, probably." This was candid, and Adelaide pressed on. "Well is it wise or kind to make such a demand on a young creature when we know marriage is difficult at the best?" she asked. Mrs. Wayne hesitated.

They found there the sick and two wounded of the regiment, a doctor and some scouts who had backed out of going, and they also found a letter to Truscott from the colonel commanding, telling him that Wayne ought to be somewhere west of him up the next valley, to push on and join him, and then together they would be strong enough to ride through the Cheyenne trails and find the regiment.

"Master Abel, then, does know Miss Hope Wayne," said she to herself. "He more than knows her he loves her or thinks he does. Wouldn't he have known if she had been engaged to her cousin?" She pondered a little while. "I don't believe," thought Miss Fanny, "that she is engaged to him."

It took them five years to save money enough to come to America. They worked in Chicago, Des Moines, Fort Wayne, but they were always unfortunate. When Pavel's health grew so bad, they decided to try farming. Pavel died a few days after he unburdened his mind to Mr. Shimerda, and was buried in the Norwegian graveyard.

If the blue dress could have spoken it would have borne witness to the fact that its owner dashed her hand suspiciously across her eyes before emerging from the closet with it over her arm. Saturday dawned clear and sunshiny. It was an ideal autumn day, and luncheon at Wayne Hall was eaten rapidly.

With two strikes, and three balls, and the bases full, Clark had the advantage. Tight as the place was, Wayne did not flinch. The game depended practically upon the next ball delivered. Wayne craftily and daringly decided to use another fast drop, for of all his assortment that would be the one least expected by Clark.

To better look after an estate given him by the State of Georgia, in recognition of the services he rendered that State, Wayne settled there, and was elected a member of Congress on January 3, 1791. He served from October, 1791, to March, 1792, when, a contest being made, Congress decided his election illegal and declared his seat vacant.

"Just the same," she maintained, from the doorway, "experience may make the familiar things and dear things the very things of which one wishes least to speak. Talk to Ann about the army, Wayne; talk about " But as he was holding out note-book and pencil she beat grimacing retreat. That night Miss Jones dreamed.

He went into the meeting willing to agree to anything. He applauded all the speeches about how much Mayor Wayne had done for them, and signed the pledge expressing his confidence, along with the implied duty he had to make his beat vote right. Then he stopped, as the captain stood up. "We gotta be neutral, boys," he boomed. "But it don't mean we can't show how well we like the Mayor.