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She had really been afraid, that April evening in the orchard,

that she had hurt him terribly and that the wound would be



long in healing. Now she saw that she need not have worried.

Men have died and the worms have eaten them but not for love.



Gilbert evidently was in no danger of immediate dissolution.

He was enjoying life, and he was full of ambition and zest.



For him there was to be no wasting in despair because a woman

was fair and cold. Anne, as she listened to the ceaseless badinage



that went on between him and Phil, wondered if she had only imagined

that look in his eyes when she had told him she could never care for him.



There were not lacking those who would gladly have stepped into

Gilbert's vacant place. But Anne snubbed them without fear and



without reproach. If the real Prince Charming was never to come

she would have none of a substitute. So she sternly told herself



that gray day in the windy park.

Suddenly the rain of Aunt Jamesina's prophecy came with a swish



and rush. Anne put up her umbrella and hurried down the slope.

As she turned out on the harbor road a savage gust of wind tore



along it. Instantly her umbrella turned wrong side out. Anne

clutched at it in despair. And then -- there came a voice



close to her.

"Pardon me -- may I offer you the shelter of my umbrella?"



Anne looked up. Tall and handsome and distinguished-looking

-- dark, melancholy, inscrutable eyes -- melting, musical,



sympathetic voice -- yes, the very hero of her dreams stood

before her in the flesh. He could not have more closely



resembled her ideal if he had been made to order.

"Thank you," she said confusedly.



"We'd better hurry over to that little pavillion on the point,"

suggested the unknown. "We can wait there until this shower



is over. It is not likely to rain so heavily very long."

The words were very commonplace, but oh, the tone! And the smile



which accompanied them! Anne felt her heart beating strangely.

Together they scurried to the pavilion and sat breathlessly down



under its friendly roof. Anne laughingly held up her false umbrella.

"It is when my umbrella turns inside out that I am convinced of



the total depravity of inanimate things," she said gaily.

The raindrops sparkled on her shining hair; its loosened rings



curled around her neck and forehead. Her cheeks were flushed,

her eyes big and starry. Her companion looked down at her



admiringly. She felt herself blushing under his gaze.

Who could he be? Why, there was a bit of the Redmond white and



scarlet pinned to his coat lapel. Yet she had thought she knew,

by sight at least, all the Redmond students except the Freshmen.



And this courtly youth surely was no Freshman.

"We are schoolmates, I see," he said, smiling at Anne's colors.



"That ought to be sufficient introduction. My name is Royal Gardner.

And you are the Miss Shirley who read the Tennyson paper at the



Philomathic the other evening, aren't you?"

"Yes; but I cannot place you at all," said Anne, frankly.



"Please, where DO you belong?"

"I feel as if I didn't belong anywhere yet. I put in my Freshman



and Sophomore years at Redmond two years ago. I've been in

Europe ever since. Now I've come back to finish my Arts course."



"This is my Junior year, too," said Anne.

"So we are classmates as well as collegemates. I am reconciled



to the loss of the years that the locust has eaten," said her

companion, with a world of meaning in those wonderful eyes of his.



The rain came steadily down for the best part of an hour. But

the time seemed really very short. When the clouds parted and a



burst of pale November sunshine fell athwart the harbor and the

pines Anne and her companion walked home together. By the time



they had reached the gate of Patty's Place he had asked

permission to call, and had received it. Anne went in with



cheeks of flame and her heart beating to her fingertips. Rusty,

who climbed into her lap and tried to kiss her, found a very



absent welcome. Anne, with her soul full of romantic thrills,

had no attention to spare just then for a crop-eared pussy cat.



That evening a parcel was left at Patty's Place for Miss Shirley.

It was a box containing a dozen magnificent roses. Phil pounced



impertinently on the card that fell from it, read the name and

the poeticalquotation written on the back.






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