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--IOUR SHORT STORY. 1

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I OUR SHORT STORY. 1 I SAVED BY A STORM. Laura," said Willie Sassoon, in one of his w-a moments, "you are the most splendid girl I ever met; I swear you are! But you're not- not just playing with me like a fish?" Was it the shine of tears in her blue eyes? "By Heaven!" cried Willie, "you're crying. What have I done? What a beast I am She shook her head. It seemed to Willie that she swayed on the stile, as if she might fall. "What have I done, dear?" he asked again, with the tenderness in him that Belle had once told him was like a whisper from Heaven. "You have made me love you that is all!" Then (it was so characteristic of him !) without the least heed for the public eye, Willie slid from his perch and held the girl to his heart. "By Jove! that is great hearing," he said. "You love me Kiss followed kiss. "By Jove I don't want better luck than that. And only to think of it! We've not known each other a month. But you're the sweetest darling on this earth, and mine from to-day!" He babbled on. Laura Burdock s head was on his shoulder. He stroked and kissed the cheek that lay thus at his mercy. "Are you happy, sweetheart?" he asked. Then the girl sat up. "Oh!" she exclaimed, in lovely confusion, "here's Mr. Simmons!" "Hang old Simmons!" said Willie Sassoon, frowning. "But, Willie! he, everyone, supposes you are engaged to your cousin Belle!" Willie shrugged his shoulders, with a fierce look at Mr. Simmons, who, at a hundred yards, had just let his eyeglass drop. "Everyone's an ass then he said. "Of course we must be married-you and I, dear, you know. And oh! I say, there will be a row, so let's get it over soon." "Poor boy," she said softly, "I do not think you know your own mind. Forget it all, Willie. It is enough for me that you have loved me- for five minutes." "I'm hanged if it's enough for me then," said he. "Laura, let's be married in a month. Quick Say you will. Or a week The sooner the better." "Oh!" said the girl suddenly, "I can't talk commonplaces to Mr. Simmons now. Please for- give me if I run home-by myself." "All right, my darling," he said, "and I'll see you this afternoon." A flutter of mauve and white past the dog roses at the corner, and she had gone. Then Willie faced his college chum with forced defiance. Bill Simmons faced him, grinning. "You don't mean, old man," he began, "that ) it was the Burdock damsel you were-ahem! what shall we call it? I "Miss Burdock, you will be interested to hear, has promised to be my wife, Simmons." "Interested, eh! I'm disgusted; not at all interested. You're joking though." "Joking about a fellow's wife!" "What fellow's?" "Look here, you know, it's the truth. I asked her "Before you kissed her?" put in Simmons. "Hold your wretched tongue. I—I swear I'm not joking. It came out all at once." "It generally does," murmured Simmons. Old man, you have my sincere sympathy. You're sure it's all fact though?" Then Willie burst out with a bit of his rock- bottom self. "Simmons, I've been a cad to do it. But there's no escape now. I've asked her, and she's promised, and there's an end to it. There's a witness, too, and that's yourself." Simmons folded his arms and glanced about him. Then he smiled like a barrister defending a murderer. "As far as concerns me," he said, "don't worry. But how about your cousin-Miss Belle? She's worth ten Miss Burdocks, to say nothing about Burdock pere, who's sure to be very much in the contract." "It was never an actual engagement," said Willie, with the gloom of a thundercloud. "Quite so. Because, I understood, you- loved each other so well that formalities of that sort weren't needed." "That's it. Break it to her, Simmons, there's a good chap. Tell her I love her just the same, but- "Thanks. You can do that yourself. I won t. The two young men looked at each other, and then slung arms. "Let's talk it over," said Simmons. But there was no conceivable way out of it. To do him justice Willie Sassoon declined to express the hope that there might be. After lunch, at which Simmons feigned cheer- fulness, Willie dressed for his visit to Battle Lodge, which Mr. Burdock had taken for the season, and he set out fondly hoping Mr. Burdock would be away somewhere. No such luck. "My dear Sassoon, you've no ideah how you enchant me by your appreciation of my little girl! This was how Laura's father settled him. "Er—she is not all that little," said Willie. He did not mean to be humorous. He said the first harmless words that came to him; that was all. But this wasn't the worst. Burdock pere rushed at the notion of a prompt marriage as if he liked it. „ "A month is the very earliest date, my boy, said Mr. Burdock playfully. "So I think." "Very well. Then we'll say a month from to- day. And now I daresay you'll excuse me, and like to—say little things to Laura. You've made me happy, Sassoon." Willie thought, as he crossed the hall, that for choice he would rather make Mr. Burdock miserable than happy. But he h taken the lean, and couldn't look back. Never had Laura been so winsome as on this afternoon. She welcomed all the kisses he felt impelled to give, and gave him all he asked for in return. And she showed pathetic sadness when she confessed, in reply to his inquiries, that she had no near relatives except her father. "A good thing, too," said he. "Look here, Laura," he added, with faint guilt, "what do you think? Old Simmons, who's going to be my best man, wants me to do a bit of yachting with him in the last fortnight. You won't mind, will you?" She seemed uncertain at first. I hen she beamed on him, and said: # "So long as you return in time, dear Willie, we won't grudge you that." Willie went off to his cousin in a profound fit of the dumps. He knew just what she would say, and just what her mother, Mrs. Grieve (his own mother's sister), would say. And neither belied his intelligence. "Willie," said Mrs. Grieve, with a sigh, as she held his hand after confession, I can only say that I am astonished, and that I pity you." "Pity, aunt?" But she didn't explain. She turned on him a motherly look of sorrow, and left him with Belle, who had never seemed more desirable. Not an atom of temper in her sweet grey eyes; the ghost of a smile-forced, plainly-and some compassion t0It was this pitying business that Willie could not stand. "I assure you, Belle," he said, when they were alone, "you don't lose much in breaking off with me." "You mean," she suggested gently, "in being broken off with, don't youl "Well, it's the same thing, old girl. I-she took me off my legs, you know, before I knew where I was, and—and—I say, you will try to like her, won't you?" Belle drew a longish breath. "I will try," she said, quietly. There wasn't much more to say. He was glad to get away, though not as he had been glad (it had really been that) to leave the Burdocks' drawing-room after kissing Laura Burdock five- and-twenty times. "Your cousin Belle is the straightest, best, and prettiest girl I know," said Simmons, in the billiard-room that evening, when, during a pause, Willie pettishly referred to his future. "Drop talking of her, can't you?" cried Willie Sassoon, in a downright temper. Simmons had his eyeglass up in a jiffy. Then he let it go, scratched his impending bald spot, while he wrinkled his face into a wonder- fully complex smile, and murmured, Sorry, old man. Come, I'll give you another fifty if you like." And Willie dashed at his cue. He was a duf- fer at billiards—and one or two other things. That yachting trip to Simmons's bit of an island in the Outer Hebrides was Willie Sassoon's chief stand-by for the next fourteen days. How he did look forward to it! "You can drown me when it's finished," he said one day to Bill, who was just from town, with his queerish smile and eyeglass all complete. "You've made your bed, you know," said Bill. He had given up the role of consoler. Ha seemed to relish racking his friend. So it went on, until they had to leave for Greenock. The parting with Laura and her father was a grim experience. Burdock pere showed temper (just a little) about the yacht, so that Willie flashed out. "I don't see how it concerns you, so that I'm back to the day." Than Burdock pere beamed apology in every pore. "Forgive me, dear boy," he said.^ "Its your precious life we're so anxious about." "Precious life!" said Simmons with a roar, when he heard of it. They were in the train at ¡ the time. "Well, well! But no more Burdock, please, till we get to Karree." They amused themselves famously for a week ere starting for that lone island. Then they sailed, and Willie began to have the blues. The I¡ yacht was none of the best. Finallv she pitched them ashore in Karree, as if she were glad to be rid of them, damaging her keel strangely. Then they shot rabbits and grouse, and waited for the boat repairer, for whom a man had gone to Barra, the nearest island of size. He didn't come, but a storm did. Such a long storm, too. To Willie's furious shame, the fort- night ended before the storm, and still they could not leave that wretched little pinpoint of an island. Bill Simmons just sauntered about in the wind and the rain, whistling. and the rain, whistling. "Stick to it!" he said, whenever Willie's tongue got to work. But four days after the marriage date, with the yacht seaworthy again, he fired his volley. "Old fellow," he said, "you've got to thank me for saving you from a ghastly fate. I'll tell you about it." His tale chiefly hinged on gossip he had picked up in a London club about Burdock pere. The man had signed bills (two) for £ 1,000 each, at a month, the very day after his daughter's mar- riage date was fixed. He had done far worse things, but those were the latest facts. "And I'll eat a puffin if we don't find things have hummed when we get home!" All this much moved Willie. But, at home again, there was more still to move him. Battle Lodge was void of the Burdocks, and a poor little note from Laura begged him to forget her. She and her father had fled before a host of creditors, whom Willie's non-appearance to date had frightened. Willie was pensive for a time, for Laura's note touched a tender chord, but by-and-by he became his old self, smacked Bill Simmons on the shoulders and said, "Thanks, old fellow Then he began to think of Belle as before.

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