Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1902-02-27

clasped behind his back.
Miss Platt," he said, where did
you learnto deduce? How did your
selection come about?"
You mean how did | know that
you were you? Oh, that was the
simplest thing. l only needed one
tiny glance. Why all the cleverness
of Beaten Tracks is just showing in
your face. And there's nothing so
fine as intellect on the earth"
He made a quick attempt to speak,
but as quickly another inclination
crossed his eyes. He dropped back
into his place on the divan. Miss
Plat" he said, suppose this nonen-
tity-this Pryce-were to really tell
you that he cared for you. Suppose
that he were to say all that your cou-
sin would suggest, and say it within
half an hour of meeting You, what
would you infer?"
THAT he was a fool" was her
prompt reply.
He drew back. yet Paul Kainley,
in Beaten Tracks makes love 20 the
heroine in a railway carriage before
thy've even ben introduced" His
voice was very quiet but there was a
humorous twitch about his mouth.
ooh, that was different" she said.
That was a book"
Some people say that an author
puts much of himself into his work.
Is that a libel, do you Think"
Mr VI
dom. You're just probing for my
lack of brain"
Heaven forbid" He drew nearer
and touched her hand. Miss Plat
you come from a more rapid land than
ours. Perhaps you bring some of the
Tapidity with you, like the scent upon
your clothes. / don't know, but you
make me feel that | have no time to
lose. You are the most charming
girl in the world and [ think-some.
how I think that already you like me
just bit Am l wrong?"
You're different from any man I've
ever met" was all she said; but she
did not withdraw her hand.
It was three minutes later, in re
Spouse to the rustling of skirt. that
their fingers fell apart. A moment
later Mrs. Van Adam stroIled slowly
past on the arm of the little sandy
man.
Sadie, you bad girl" she said paus
ing as she passed, MIR. Renshaw tells
me that you've trea ed him abominab
ly; that you haven't even given him q
smile, though he waited 16 minutes tC
be introduced"
Sadie glanced at the man beside
her, at Mrs. Van Adam, at the sandy
haired individual, and her pride be
came suddenly like fiat champagne
She opened and shut her fan twice;
then very slowly she looked up. TN
sorry" she said, with one of her be
wildering smiles; "but | wanted to see
the palms, and Lord Maurice is some
tnlng of botanist. Anyway, we've
been studying the tree of knowledge
for quite half an hour" Her eyes
were serene, and there was not a ire
NOR in her voice. One at least, of the
! four felt his pulses leap in admiration
of her pluck.
Mrs. Van Adam laughed. billie viii
be looking for me-" she said. Mr.
Renshaw, shall we leave these people
to bOtaniZe sOme?"
| Renshaw bowed, and they passed on
! For five minutes there was a silence
that could be felt. Then Pryce rose
Shall | gO?" he asked.
Sadie rose as well. Yes" she
said uncertainty; at least-no." Their
she suddenly looked up into his face
To think that the man who wrote
Beaten Tracks is short and stumpy
and has red hair
And the other people," he hazarded
! The people who have titles and thicl
! skins?"
For the first time her bright eye:
! dropped.
III never make theories any more.
she said. "Theories are horriC
things"
Till they are revised
And them"
"Oh, then"
But there are some things that neeC
! not ue written-because they are no
| said in wOrdS-Free Lance.