Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1900-09-22
CHAPTER XIV.

Meantime Evelyn has been faring but
Liz As Eaton turned that corner the
mile died from her face.
Come says she, now turning To
,,rawford. who is quite unconscious OF
.,.. snnldering fires in two young
{,...,sts Come. we must make haste.
N.rian is in the drawing-room; she will
h.. wondering where | am" And here
IN, looks up at Crawford in little
...,red sort of way. Was lam look
me- very untidy.' asks she putting up her
lands 10 her head in a rather distracted
Her manner is confidential. She is
.yidpntly waiting breathless for his de
,ision. He. not catching the thread that
liz. beneath, feels his heart beat the fast
er for this sweet token of her friendship
far him. To him it seems that she is
anxious 10 look her best for Marian Alas.
Marian is not just now in one of her
thoughts.
himself inwardly in that his long seclu-
sion from society has taught him no
rpntler ways of speech. Oh, to be Il
,ourtier of the olden days for just this
ance. Had he known it, however, Miss
Darcy is far better satisfied with his
blunt approval than though he had
poured forth on her "A flood of courtly
And my hair!" says she 1T is
rough, now, isn't it? It's always a wor-
RI more or less. but" with nervous
laugh. after that chase of ours
Il can see no fault" says he.
Not really?" pressing down the REBEL
iouS locks with both small brown hands,
and giving him as reward for his com
Portable opinion brilliant smile. well,
come along But" stopping short. this
nib now"-indicating the huge apron
that tnyclops her small perSon-"this
won't do. eh?'
Il should think Miss Nandeleur. being
such a friend. would not mind the bib, :
says he. laughing as much at her. as at
the childish title for the homely garment
that covers her.
"MarianT' -says she vaguely. as if not
quite understanding-and then fortunate
way of giving herself time to think of
her next move. Marian, She woudn t
care. butts horrid to he dirty at any
time and that last Skirmish has spoiled
its pristine beauty, hasn't it?' holding
up 4 corner of the apron that indeed is
considerably the worse for the engage
mcnt now happily at an end. But even
victorS suffer sometimes. Good hea-
vcnS, Ii Is perfect rag says she.
He Shc-they are all i'll the drawing
room. and they will be staring at the
door until come. Mr.. Crawford" turn
daciouS cOquCtry, do you love me?'
II IS so sudden that Crawford falls
back before it. Fortunately she has not
calculated on an answer She has not
indeed taken him into consideration in
serious sense at all.
Because if you do says she, you
can save me. Run into the drawing
room. say anything you like first, but
assure them afterwards that | am com
On! you Will How good of you! But
stay '-frantically this, as she sees him
prepared to fly through the yard to do
n@ bidding-'wait one moment, just to
sntie this string. will your" indicating
va wriggling of her neck the long tapes
the body part of 1.-THE bib that she.
WIN both her hands, has failed to undo.
IN! It's grown into a beasty knot -
ats she; still struggling with the tapes
Wuh both arms stretched over her head
10 the back of her neck. Just for ag-
sFaVation's sake, l do believe. Yon'll be
ycu?' "'''
She leans towards him, and bends her
Snapely neck. There seems to be 10
smallest doubt in her mind as to his be
ii "bib ape TO Tree her from the obnoxious
Crawford, trembling for his reputation,
axes the knot in his fingers. 1t might in
tSeIt have been an easy job to undo II.
nut when the eyes Obstinately wander TO
my ripping curls that lie round soft
"h!te neck-to the tender. dainty skin
en which those curls lie, the untying of
ne simplest knot becomes task impos-
99Ie as that of Sisyphus.
Cfawfords hand trembleS, yet it is
WIN more expedition than a younger
man might have used that he brings his
work to completion. TO linger purpose
~ over it would have seemed to him an
objectionable crime She had trusted
nm. She had been sure that he would
neip her. Her quick. sweet confidence
N nm is not to be falsely translated. or
abused -
Oh. you have done it!' cries she 10y
"uSiy. oh, you are good! And now go
10 the drawing room, and make an cx-
ruse for me-"
lhe string round her waist she rapidly
mites. The bib now is in her hand.
she filings il to him.
catch thati throw it anywherc!" cries
>He' and swift as an arrow from its bow.
>he files from him and disappears in the
direction of the house, leaving him pos
lessor Of one huge crOSs-barred apron.
and thoughts too confusedly happy to be
together satisfactory.
ne arrives at the drawing room door
aihoSt as she does, and consequently
'Sey enter the room together.
On, here you are cries Mr.. Blount
'9errfully. Thought you had succeed
4'HAhS JouAStil. anu CRAWFORD 100.
Looks as if you had been losing your
He.yeS together. Ha! ha!"
This untimely mirth is by no means
gnecked by the fact that none except
himself seems to see where the joke
comes in. Evelyn shakes hands with
Nun: presses her now rather hot cheek
against Marian's cool one. and mods in a
rather constrained way to Stamer. who
ones over, and with sort of deter
Mnation shakes hands with her.
What a day" says Miss Nandeleur,
VINO IS always delicately alive to any lit
He strain in the conditions of those
Sionnd her. Too warm to make one
1anpy: You have been out. Evelyn"
d, Only to feed the chickens Mr..
fawford came just as l was beginning
10 satisfy them, and-he-." She
grows visibly nervous beneath the direct
care of very angry pair of eyes. THAI
r'- rather feels than sees, and breaks
Gown ANONYMOUSLY.
He helped you: a rather dincut
.Sk | know what hens and chickens
Ee, myself" says Mrs Nandelcur. with
thslsntfuly noncomprehensible smile ut
raw ford-who alas.-has given tn"
una lnOmentary nervousness an entire