The Guthrie Daily Star (Guthrie, Okla.), Vol. 9, No. 141, Ed. 1 Friday, August 23, 1912 Page: 2 of 8
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COPYllOMT 1911
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1 think .he would at least to Urrl J loved me; he lovd —; he loved «•!' It «•
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He compelled me to meet hi eye#
Hl were steady, and there wai a
•weetness In the expression about his
mouth that played havoc with me.
"Perhaps you don't know it, my
dear little girl," he said, "but there's
nobody in this world can keep me
from marrying you."
I got up to go. I had to dress for
dinner; so had he. We were both
crazy and Mrs. Hazard was so par-
ticular about her dinner hour,
looked at his watch.
"We have fifteen minutes yet," he
persuaded. "Fifteen dear, precious
minutes. I haven't told you all. 1
haven't said—"
I tried to go.
"It takes Celie ten minutes
hook me into my gown,"
I don't know which, and I went for was playing the ptano below. Gracious^
ward across my dressing-table, my Why didn't some one keep her jrom
greasy face against the dainty pink tinging Sleepy Song so soon?
and white covering, and had a real
cry, a jolly, soul-refreshing weep.
"Ah. Mademoiselle ees in ze grand
deestress!" Cell# exclaimed: "Mad-
ees ill. Mademoiselle 'as
to
1 {
"and she'll
talle's awful accus'afion; that T was
1 Just a servant In the house; that his told him desperately,
money was a gulf between us, his so shriek if I only give her five minutes
clal position, what his mother ex for my hair; then five minutes^to get
of"thilr"father and they are compelled te perted of his future; a gulf so wide to my room and five minutes
cast about for some means to earn a liv-
ing.
CHAPTER I.—Jo Cod ma n and her in-
ter, Loulle. are left orphans. Their prop-
erty has been nwept away with the death
CHAPTER II.—Loulle answers an ad-
vertisement of an Invalid who ivants a
companion. She declines the position.
CHAPTER III.—Loulie advertises foe a
position as conipanh n. and Mrs. Hazard
replies She offers Loulle a position as
her "secretary of frivolous affairs." Her
chief work Is to steor Mrs. Hazard's son
and daughter In the right matrimonial
path.
CHAPTER IV.-Loulle talks baseball to
Hap Hazard and also gains the confidence
of Laura Hazard The Due de Trouvllle
Is believed to be Interested In Laura.
across that It would take a great deal
of unselfish love and affection on the
part of Mrs. Hazard to bridge It
1 unlaced my fingers and struggled
free of his arms. His mother never
intended anything like this.
"Stop! Please stop!" I pleaded
The tears ran down my cheeks, and
I'm a fright when T cry. "I can't lis-
ten ; I must not!"
I started to go back up the steps
He caught my hand and held it press-
ed tightly In both his own; and he
was the strongest. I only reached
the step above, and sat down again.
CHAPTER V.—Mrs. Hazard glvee a big "LouUe this Is tile first thing I've
^X0th:n.docU.UworMe8U maDy PB0P" been serious about in my life." he
said earnestly. "Do you believe me,
CHAPTER VI.-Natalie Auazzlz. to ,jpar? Don't you see I'm serious? I
loS«na? cmera'd b^cel^d"" n^K | wouldn't kiss you lightly." This time
ceptlon. She dec-lares there Is not another , he kissed the tlpB of. my flngerB with-
like It In the world. j„ y,;s own "j didn't rush you, dear,
CHAPTER VII.—It develops that Na- because I I was afraid' ^ I\o always
talle lias lost several pieces of Jewelry done that, rushed, but it's because 1
under similar circumstances. I wag never serious."
CHAPTER VIII—Hap takes Ixwlle to He smiled up at me and crushed
the baseball same. He tells her he Is my hand against his cheek. I laughed
emolselle
nevalre—"
I knew Celie was in "le grand dee-
H« j stress" herself when she lapsed into
English. I sat up again, wiping the
jears from my eye* and the grease
from my face.
"Get me my dinner, Celie," I ald
between sobs. "I'm so hungry. I'll
fee! better when I eat something."
She looked at me astonished. She
knew I was not quite hopeless as long
as I was hungry.
"Mademoiselle will not faint?" she
inquired.
I'll not faint unless you fail to come
Now
Can't you coax Celie down to three wm, the dinner," I assured her.
minutes for your gown, and two min- j hurry!"
utes for your hair, and—come down a -when the door closed upon her I
step lower, please, or our heads will | int0 the mirror and smiled, not
be above the wall when I kiss you." j gt what j saw there, although It was
jnot engaged to Natalie and has
cured of his Infatuation.
to keep from crying, but the silly
tears would keep coming. I was cry-
CHAPTER IX.-T'ne scene changes to j )ng because he was serious. I had
never seen him serious before.
"I love you!" he whispered. "1
whom 1 loved you from the moment I saw
you. I knew you were my Pate, or
whatever it Is you are, my sweet-
heart. What is that: 'The bolt of
the Hazard country place, where many
itotablea have been Invited for the sum-
mer. Loulle and Laura visit the farm of
Wlnthrop Abbott, an author. In
Laura takes considerable Interest.
CHAPTER X.—Due de Trouvllle arrives
at the Hazard place. Loulle hears Wln-
throp'a motor boat out late at nlsht. Next
morning the papers announce the robbery
of sevoral nearby homes.
CHAPTER xi —Natalie accuses Loullt
of stealing her ruby pendant. Mm. Haz-
ard aasures Loulle of her confidence In
lier.
CHAPTER XII.
The 8ame Old Story
I ran across the lawn to the beach
T didn't want the runabout.
I Cupid fell?' I've forgotten. I never
\ could remember Shakespeare, but It's
beautiful, and I think It's what I
I mean, If I could only tell you. Do you
remember how my mother said: 'This
J is Miss Codman!' You smiled at me
and I grinned back at you. I wouldn't
j have missed that luncheon for all the
| Peabodys In the world. I was hard
You are not to kiss me again!" 1!
gasped.
I gave my hand a pull; so did he.
"Come down a step, darling. Ill
not get another kiss for an hour " 1
"You'll never get another," I inter-
rupted. I tried to believe that.
"For an hour," he pursued stubborn-
ly. "And you haven't told me the one
thing in all the world I want to hear.
There's a p:ood girl!"
Ho wan the strongest; I went down
the next step to preserve my balance.
There was no use struggling agailist
a kiss; he was the best tackle Har-
vard ever had.
CHAPTER XIII.
The Department of Correspondence.
I simply couldn't manage to dress
In five minutes, although Celie, like
the Jewel she is, had put out the
simplest gown Mrs. Hazard allowed
me and beg-\n throwing my clothes at
me the minute I appeared. I collapsed
Into a chair and she pulled the pins
from my lialr. My face was streaked
with tear-Btains where I had cried,
my eyes were red, my nose worse.
Celie looked at me in despair while
the clock ticked off the seconds fiend-
ishly—lacked off two minutes, to be
exact—and chatter from the drawing-
room floated up to me through the
open windows. That punctual dinner
gong would sound in just three min-
utes
"Ah. Mademoiselle, you are 111!"
i Celie cried alarmed. "You have been
crying. If you please, will Mademol^
jtne peace. Clouds were scurrying j
northward before a brisk wind, and
the sun came bulging through
I was nearly to the steps which led
Mown from the rocks above to the
«and before I realized that Hap was
fwlth me; he was panting, his face
ired from exertion.
"How you do ran!" he complained
l"You'd make Diana go hide her head
hit, sweetheart. We talked baseball
when I wanted to tell you how beau- eelle allow me the time for massage
wan e< ^jftil your eyes were, and how I loved Mademoiselle is most
to be away from everybody and every-: (he on halr the clirve of "Yos. Celie. I'm a wreck." I inter-
ring and try to think. I felt terribly when you smiled—Loulle, I niptod in English, "and there's no
helpless. The roar of the waves but wha|. j menn i've woman ]n the world can dress in
smashing against the rocks brought i,vlng you every blessed mln- three minutes. Will you ask Mrs.
■lte since. I've almost told you a Hazard to excuse me for this one
thousand times. Haven't you guessed evening—If she hasn't already gone
ltT ; down? Tell her I have a headache;
I brushed aside the forelock over my head does ache, Celie. Run! If
his eyes—how weak women are!— she has gone down come back quickly
and Just that touch upon his forehead and hook me every other hook and
was my undoing. I leaned forward to trust to luck. I'll do my hair while
surrender my lips to him, to kiss the j you're gone."
fingers that held mine, when suddenly ; She was already across the corridor
I remembered I must not. Frantically ; and I gave my hair a twist, a loop,
funny enough, but I smiled because—
I closed my eyes ecstatically. He
loved me; he had kissed me!
I sat there a long time, how long I
don't know, dreaming. I had never al-
lowed myself the luxury of such
thoughts. I had pushed them back
and trampled them down, and refused
to listen. How dear was that expres-
sion about his mouth, and how beau-
tiful his eyes! I loved the forelock!
I had touched it! I covered my face
suddenly. My throat was tight; I was
suffocating with happiness.
I had loved him from the first. I
knew that now. I wondered that I
didn't realize my danger from the
minifte Mrs. Hazard made her pro-
posal to me. I remembered perfectly
how he had looked at me that first
meeting; a silly, unromantlc place it
was—a crowded street, and I had
wisps of hair dangling about my ears.
Funny! Silly things like that to come
sneaking into one's thoughts at such a
time. I had learned the sound of the
gray car; I admitted now that I had
listened for It. I knew his step from
the first. I knew, too, that he had al-
ways been near; and I had to talk
baseball to him, it was part of my
Job. Baseball? Pshaw! An excuse. (
Natalie? Gracious, she never had a j
chance, after he saw me! I must not (
think that! How awful! But he had
said so; his lips said eo, his eyes said
so. He loved me! And I cried about
It to my heart's content.
I rose suddenly and went to the j
window, with my unfastened gown |
falling about me. I sank down and .
put my arms upon the casement. His j
mother must not know. I couldn't lose |
her love and trust. I'd have to tell i
Jo. Of course, I couldn't marry him; |
I knew that, knew It, knew it! Be-1
sides, Natalie had Bald I had taken
her silly ruby. I must prove I didn't.
But how? Jo would know. Poor Jo!
She knew something was going to
happen to me. She knew from the
beginning I was going to fall In love
with somebody!
The air was cool and salty and
She'd
put •yerybody to yawning
then why I was necessary. I hoped
my fiends wouldn't get mixed. . .
"If it's the dress, won't you come
now?" ... I surveyed myself in
the mirror and shook my head. I
couldn't go down; I didn't want to
Natalie had said I was a thief!
But he was waiting on the stairs for
me, and that was—heavenly!
Now, I always thought Celie an ex-
ception. She isn't. She's Just like
every other French maid. She takes
a fiendish delight In inything that ap-
pears the least romantic or clandes-
tine. She came In with a second note,
beaming. I looked at her frowning a
bit, and took It.
"Celie, you arei not to bring anoth-
er." I said firmly. "Do you under-
stand?"
"Oul. Mademoiselle, oui, oul! Mais
Monsieur—1"
"You are to go below and stay
there, Celie."
"But Monsieur sent for me," Celie
explained.
"You are to stay below," I Insisted.
I flrew It forth, turned it over and
over, wondered again—and opened it!
Its contents were rather amaxing:
Dear Loulle:—Meet me at the foot
of the stairs to the tennis court In
five minutes. I have something most
HAP.
,>11V-V
"Mademoiselle, Do Not Be Angry. It
Is the Last Billet-Doux, I Promise."
"Ah, Mademoiselle. I dare not dis- j
obey Monsieur."
"You are to obey me, Celie," I said
In my most indulgent tone, but quite
firmly. "You may go."
"But, Mademoiselle, there Is the
answer?"
"There is no answer."
"Ah, Mademoiselle, there Is the an-
swer. Monsieur""—she finished in
English—"he will, what you call him, j
murder me if zere ees not ze ansaire." !
I turned away to smile. I should j
I knew Important to communicate.
CHAPTER XIV.
The Mysterious Motor Boat.
I gazed at the letter, trying to com-
prehend, and finally read It over
again. It was short, there was not a
line of sentiment; it was a demand.
Why? It flashed into my mind that
It had to do with Natalie's missing
ruby. I did not stop to reason or
conjecture. I caught up a sweater,
for the night was glowing cool and
already I wbb shivering. I went out
along the corrtdor, up the few steps
to the main hallway, then down the
stairs on the other side of the few
steps to the gallery, which was an
outlet to the tennis courts. Hap was
waItlnB- ^ V
"What is it?" I gasped. What has
happened? Has anything happened?"
"Yes," he answered, after a mo-
ment's hesitation. "Something has
happened."
He caught my hand and drew me
across the strip of lawn that sep-
arated the house and the courts.
"Where are we going?" I asked
breathlessly.
"To the beach. I want to talk to
you."
We almost stumbled over some one
asleep. It was Henri. Hap prodded
him with his foot and Henri sat up,
rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Get up, you idiot," Hap command-
ed. "This is no place to Bleep."
"He'll catch cold," I chattered as
the cold night air struck my arms and
my bared neck.
Henri arose and disappeared Into
the shadows. Hap helped me put on
the sweater, turned me around as If
I were a little child, buttoned me and
hurried me on to the beach. We clat-
tered down the steps to the sand be-
low and sat down Just as we had
only a couple of houra ago. 4
"Now, what 1b it?" I asked. "What
has happened?"
"You are prepared for anything?"
He gazed into my white face. I know
it was white. "You will not be fright-
i ened?"
"I am prepared for anything!" I an-
swered, trying to keep my voice
steady. "I promise you I will not be
! frightened. I promise!"
He clasped my hands fn both his
own.
"Darling!"
"Yes, yes?"
"I love you."
I waited, fearing, dreading I knew
not what.
"What has happened?" I asked.
"Don't keep me in suspense."
"That has happened." He smiled.
"What?"
"I love you."
I looked at him in astonishment
in a sack. Wait for a fellow, won t ^ ^ trjod to feet my hands away from stuck pins in, blessed the Lord for
was
Connected thought forsook
prou?1
I clattered down the steps and col-
lapsed on the lower one. I couldn't
■peak, for I was all out of wind my-
self. We both sat looking out over the
water, breathing hard.
"Do you believe that awful thing?"
II managed to ask at last.
him.
the curls he had given me, and tried
to repaii my damaged face with a
smear of cold cream. I had always
read of shining eyes and glowing
cheeks after what I had Just been
through; when a man had given me
his heart, and had kissed me into ac-
"Let me go, Hap," I pleaded. "Let
me go! Let me go! And don't, if
you love me, ever speak of these
things again."
He twisted around upon his knees,
"Look at me, dear! I'm afraid I don't
understand. Why are you not to lis- knowledglng that I loved him, besides
' I wasn't in the least prepared for; ten?„ making me promise all sorts of won-
iwhat happened. He ieized me In hi? "That awful accusation—" I began, derful promises I knew I couldn't
{arms, and for the first time in ray life j rou)d not go on. keep. I couldn't, I couldn't, I couldn t.
|a man's lips were pressed against my, ..oh p|fri«!" I began to cry again, but I didn't
,own. "How do you know it isn't true?" I have time to cry. I winked back the
"That's what I believe." he said, cr|ed brokenly. "I was there, the ruby
"and that—and that!" is missing—how do you know It Isn't
Iu the first shock of my surprise 1 true?"
let his Hps rest against mine for a "How do I know the skies will not
moment, then I gasped and put out1 fan. my sweetheart? Because they
my two hands and pushed. It was as 1!, won't. That's how I know Natalie's
1 were pushing against the Chinese! accusation isn't true—because it
Wall. I forgot to remember that he isn't." He smiled at me, wonderfully
was the best tackle Harvard ever had pleased with his silly argument.
He was smiling at me, and his lips1 "Your mother—" I reminded him
threatened again; two tears brimmed tragically.
from my eyes and splashed over
"You poor little girl!" he exclaimed
"I frightened yon. Please don't cry."
"How dare you?" I sobbed.
"Why, I forgot to tell you." He tried
to kiss me again, but I pressed my u
'face against his shoulder in despera- p
tlon. "I love you. Put your arms
around my neck, dear; there's not a
soul in sight. Now whisper some
thing to me—darling!"
I brought my head up suddenly
Here I was allowing Hap to hold nie
iln his arms on an open beach. I look
ied up, and down, and out toward the
water; no, there was not a soul In
sight. The boats were deserted, the
|rocks behind hid us completely from
ithe house. I met his eyes, and there
was that look in them I had never
ibeen able to take care of. I had to see
it, while his lips were dangerously
near and his arms held me close
against his heart. I fell to trem-
ibllng ridiculously.
"Oh!"
"Darling!"
He kissed my hair, my eyes
lips; dropped bits of passionate sen
fences punctuated with kisBes.
have been vexed. It really was most
ridiculous, embarrassing, too. Celie j,e was smiling easily. A sudden wave
was sure to gossip. I sat down and j 0f anger swept over me.
hastily wrote the answer. "You have tricked me! I thought
My Dear Friend:-sAs I do not wish It was the ruby. I thought—I
you to resort to murder, and as I need sure " Connecte
my maid, here is the answer. Will you j me.
please not write again, as I have for-1 "Hang the ruby.
good against my hot face. Everything | bidden Celie to bring another letter.
was still and the trees cast long, j Sincerely,
placid shadows on the grass from the I LOULIE CODMAN.
dying sun. Vincent, tinkering with | j read it over before I sealed It, and
the engine of the limousine In the | BOun(](,{j so frigid, that I relented
and wrote:
P. S. I am not really 111, I am sup-
posed to have a headache. L.
When I was alone once more I
klsBed the envelope of my second let-
ter before I opened It:
Darling, Darling:—Why do you
driveway below, was talking eoftly to
Henri, the boy who looked after the,
tennis courts, but the conversation '
reached me plainly. Vincent was try-1
lng to speak French, and Henri trying 1
to answer in English. Funny! The |
slang they used, although Henri ex-,
he exclaimed. ',1
did trick you, dear, because you are
! so blessed sensible. Your cool little
! note, which I have here over my
' heart, convinced me that you are not
i at all a comforting kind of a sweet-
heart, but I hope to teach you. Now,
' look into my eyes and tell me you
| love me! Nothing else matters;
nothing else except my love for you.
I'm sorry I frightened you again. I
I didn't think of that. I only knew I
! wanted you to come, knew that I
couldn't wait another moment to see
"You think she would object?"
I Electric
Bitters
Made A New Wlari Of H im.
"I was suffering from pain in my
ftomach, head and back," writes H.
T. Alston, Raleigh, N. 0.,"and my
liver and kidneys did not work rifrht,
but four bottles of Electric liittero
made mo feel like a new man."
PPICE 50 CTS. AT AU OtWO STOilEG.
pressed tlmelf t^e" I deny me one little word? Don't be you t0 hear you say you love mo.'
1 cruel. I waited on the stairs smoking was sweeping me off my feet
countless cigarettes which Tthrew into again. I closed my eyes to steady my-
that Sevres affair in the nook Just to fielf j wonder if he knew Just how
see Burrows fish them out and keep | much my being sensible had cost me.
my mind away from the century it | jusj how much more it was going to
took you to appear. You did not C0B^ me to push back, trample down
! come; you did not answer. I refuse "I'm trying to be sensible," I said,
to a fisherman. A moment later a
motor-boat sounded—Winthrop's boat
—and a searchlight faintly pierced
the fast-failing twilight.
I discarded the evening gown and
put on the white flannel dress in
which I played tennis. I knotted a , ^ bellp;ve lt j thlnk that maid of I and the tone of my voice was cool,
blue scarf beneath the collar and t ^ your8 is a fraud. Laura has gone to ! because I was trying to keep it steady.
my R-ilil so gate' ©*P®ct'nS Wlnthrop, I sup-
pose, and mother is- trying to settle
would make one of
FLYING MEN FALL
And Had a Real Cry, a Jolly, Soul-
Refreshing Weep.
tears and smeared on more cream;
Mrs. Hazard appeared.
"My dear child!" she exclaimed.
I "'What ia the matter? Celie says you
are ill?"
"Oh, it's nothing, but I've been cry-
blue ribbon around
ioved the ribbon; he had
once. I wore it when I played tennis
to keep the hair out of my eyes; now
I put lt on, trying to be a girl again,
Just as I was when Jo and I—I would
not cry again!
One isn't quite broken-hearted when
one can eat. I was finishing my coffee
wh,fn Celie brought me a note. I
know I went red as she handed it to
me. I wonder if I had expected it. I
tried to speak casually.
"Thank you, Celie. I won't need
you again tonight. You may go. T
didn't dare open it while she was
there.
"But Monsieur requests the answer,
Mademoiselle.
"There's no answer, Celie," I said,
without looking at lt.
Celie hesitated, looked at me ap-
pealingly, and went out. Then I read
my first love letter:
I My Own:—Thfe sun has gone out,
■ the earth Is a barren waste. I refuse
to believe there will ever be light
your fiends, or I
them bring me to you. I could come
into the corridor and speak to you
through the door. May I? How many
thousand years has it been since I
kissed you? HAP.
I was In a panic. He must not
come into the corridor and speak to
me, and he would; he was just crazy
enough to do it. I wished frantically
for Celie, but alie would not come
back. I had been quite positive with
her. I sat down and hastily wrote
another answer to beg him to be dis
creet, not knowing just how I could must be sensible!'
My sister has pounded lt into me so.
I know my head rules my heart,
there's a line in my hand that says
bo, but it's because I must be sen-
sible."
I gave way In contradiction of my
words and swayed forward. His arm
went around me. I placed my hands,
comrade-like, on his shoulders. I was
trying to live up to that line In my
hand.
"This can't go on," I said.
"What?"
"Thi3 seeing you, with a moon like
that, and no one near and loving you."
He kissed me before I could finish. "I
again until I can see you. Why did
you not come down to dinner? Celie I angry
mother says it's be- promise." She thrust the blllet-donx
reach him without ringing.
I heard footsteps along the cor-
ridor; Celie was returning, the minx!
I had been so positive with her, too!
She came in with her hands behind
her, looking guilty. I stood with my
hands behind me, trying to look cross.
"Another, Celie?"
"Ah, Monsieur is most persuasive,"
she replied. "Mademoiselle, do not be
It is the last billet-doux, I
Eays you are ill;
caught my breath in ecBtasy, and my
hands reached up and encirclcd his
neck.
There are only a few words to say.
after all, words that have been said
over and over again—nothing new—
but they are quite adequate. I had
victims to itoinach, liver and kidney
troubles Just like other people, with '"know,"" i" added hastily,! cause you didn't have time to dres3. forward.
;ie results 1 nloss of appetite, back- „and 1.m a frigilti'and 1 can't get I'm a beast for keeping you. I have "I hope st
my ache, nervousness, headache and tir- dressed before that gong sounds. I -"-J *v- Ax'"" r'"l,v fnrA
" " " ' don't feel like talking. Would it be
too much to ask if I might have a.
headache and stay here for once?"
"Of course, you may," she replied
sympathetically. "I should have been
the one to suggest it. My dear, don't
You love me—darling?"
"Oh!"
"Why must you be sensible?"
I thought for a while before I an-
swered, meeting his eyes unwavering-
ly. It was hard to put the answer in-
to words if he did not already under-
stand the intangible, everything that
was the reason.
"Do you remember that I'm In a
very serious position?" I asked him.^
"I've been accused of—of being a
thief, not suspected, but actually ac-|
cused! Perhaps tomorrow I shall bo
arrested. That means—means hand-
d, listless, run?down feeling. But
1 there's no need to feel like that as
T, D. Peebles, Henry, Tenn., proved.
•'Six bottles of Electric Bitters," he
writes, "did more to give me new
I thrust my billet-doux
I spoiled the evening. Are you really forward. "There, take that to Mon- doesn't it' And Jail? It's sure
111, darling? If It's the dress, won't slcur. It is a silly notion—such cor- • ,
you come now? I shall wait for you rcspondence. It means nothing. I
on the Ftairs. Impatiently, HAP. i shall reg rd another as impertinent."
I kisF *"d the name—that dear, silly "Oh, oui, oh, oul, oul!" squealer' ;
"Monsieur is most
never admitted even to myself that I suffer when this great remedy will
loved h'm; I had pushed It back and heIp you {rom the first dose. Try lt
trampled it down, and refused to 11b- g() cenU a„ druggists
ten when my heart threatened to >
speak. I realized that I must not lis-'
ten now; tha I was not strong[ IF YOU get candy of Chas. Pond
v.-- to listen; t'ria was No- 106 W. Harrison, It will be fresh.
strength and good appetite than all worryi don't—there's the gong! Send
Ceile for your dinner, and if you need
me, send for me. Remember there's ,
nothing to cry about."
other stomach remedies I used." So
they help everybody. It's folloy to
nickname—and put the letter In my Celie, finillng.,
bosom, over my heart. It was stiff oilirinal."
and uncomfortable, and I wished ho
had made a happier choice of station-
ery, but it was very sweet there, over
my heart. I watched the moon com-
She bustled out in her dear, fat lng up, a rim of silver showing along ers,
way 1 heard her speak to Hap in the the horizon, then a stream of light not! It was still more stiff and un
ind my fingers smearing shimmering, dancing across the wa- comfortable. I wondered what was In
He was waiting on the stairs for 1 lt? After all, lt came before mine
I was never bo exasperated In my
life. I did not read lt. I had told him
I would not read {he next one. I put
lt away over my heart with the oth-
where lt no lied—did it? It did
corridor,
the cold cream, trembled against my ter.
at face at the sound of his voice. H« mel
reached him; it was not the next one.
to be In the newspapers. Arrests aro
a matter of ptiblic record, aren't they?
Then I will have to vindicate myBelf?
And how? And if I do, the smudge
will ahvoys be there, my nam© in the
records of the police. Do you suppose
I am going to let you expose yourself
as my champion? Everybody will be-
lieve it, except perhaps, your mother,
and I,aura, and—and yourself. Miss
Agazziz believes I'm a thief!"
"Loulie, will you marry me tonight
—now? Give me the right to protect
you?" v
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