The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1901-02-12

an unlimited bank account. Ihes are
new people. War contracts, l be-
lleve."
THE girl" laughed. She always
laughed nova laugh like cold ht-
tie bells, that made Gyp shiver. his
Miss Polly had never laughed ike
that.
These new people are your pet
aversion. my Margaret; but the worla'
our world, gladly accepts that bank ac-
count in lieu Of a grandfather.
Marian" the other girl had grown
earnest, there are things that have
died; but do not trample too hard upon
their graves. What are you going TO
do with Jack Ronald2 Is he merely
a resource?"
The two looked at each other, and
the girl" began a hurried pacing over
II The Il g89y 889gy rbgSt. rbsEt white robe asieam n
ssSVell?" said Margaret
Z mean to marry him" The words
fell heavily; and there was silence be-
tween them for little space, then
Margaret folded the shining figure into
a long, close embrace. God help you,
dear" she said, and passed out.
All that night Gyp lay unnoticed
upon the foot Of the bed, while the
sibilant breathing from the depths
OF the laces and pillows told Of the
battle fought out in the darkness.
And so the days went by, but now,
when they walked the sands, there was
a man who joined them; and soon
there was another man, who never
seemed to know that they were com
ing: but somehow, always managed
to meet them. He never was In a
pleasant humor. but the girl
laughed always, that cold little laugh,
as the three paced the beach together
Mr. Ronald was the arst mans name;
then, after a time, she called him
Jack It was puzzling very. At
last. there came a morning when
Jack" and the "girI" went down the
sands, and Gyp followed. The "other
man" was not there. They found a
sheltered nook behind a pile Of drift
wood, and Gyp sat up very straight
and listened, as little dogs will, when
Jack called her his Marian" and
then-he found his Miss Polly, as tbs
girl" grew pale. faltered, and bowed
her head, as "Jack" plunged into the
old. passionate story whose echo never
dies on human lips The little waves
danced up at their feet, with the sun
gold Of the sea. Far out, the gull
wings flashed against the brazen blue
OF the sky, under the throb Of the sea.
voice. the mans voice rang, tender
ana low. At the faint. half-spoken
yes" Gyp shivered with delight Hs
was certain now that It was Miss Polly
but be did not approve Of this-there
there. little dogs cannot understand
these things. Really. 1t passed belief
but Miss Polly did not seem 70 ob3ee
J 10 the strong arm that drew he
! tawny head down to its resting plaei
J against the rough tweed shoulder.
! Gvp sprang up and barked as loudll
j Al he could. but too late, the 'othe
: man" had rounded the pile Of drift
, wood.
There was a long moment-a mo
) ment. when the shimmering irides o
Miss Polly's gray eyes flashed a mes
2 sage across the desert Of ten waste
: years. Heliographs, that signaled
, sleeping host: a mighty thing tha
+, rose and beat its self-manacled hands
Keeling. staggering, with tense hand
elutching at his throat the "othe
: man fell headlong on the sands; an
s Gyp shivered. as her laugh rang out
I the laugh Of the girl in the picture.