The Brunswick news. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 1901-1903, 1902-11-23

Mrs. McKeever was plainly nervous
through the preliminary handshaking
when they met on Saturday afternoon.
but Dudley had braced himself for the
occasion and acquitted himself as be-
came the literary trustee of a noted
General.
Il must confess" said Mrs. Mickey.
err. that was astonished when Henry
Grant proposed your name as an ac-
complished historian. I did not know
| that you aspired to fame in that direc-
ton. Furthermore, didn't know that
you and Henry Were such close
friends"
"Oh, yes" said Dudley, carelessly.
1--WE known Grant for years"
$50 he tells me. He seems very fond
of you. really did not know it was
possible for one man to care so much
for another. hope that your are
equally devoted to him. His praise of
you is unstinted. He says that you are
the best friend he ever had, and that
he likes you better than anybody else
in the world
Does hep" murmured Dudley.
Dear old Hank"
And, besides. he is so very proud Of
your literary attachments. If l didn't
know Henry to be such a level-headed
fellow l should accuse him of gushing.
l should be afraid that his Judgment
had been warped by the heat of friend
ship, and that his recommendation was
not entirely reliable. However. have
decided to take his advice, and if you
are willing toto enter upon the proba
ton which 1 explained to him would
be required Of you-why-"
She shifted her eyes uneasily. Dud-
ley felt that he had skated safely over
the thinnest parts of his duplicity, and
he tilled up the pause buoyantly.
Now. see here. Luella,' he said,
you ought TO know pretty well how l
feel about the matter. put the ques-
ton to you six years ago, and you
turned me down most beautifully. l
swallowed the dose. I fatter myself,
with fairly good grace, but l kept on
thinking Of you pretty constantly, even
after you married General McKeever
and went to Chicago to live. Ever
since you've been single again Two
been aching to sound you on the sub.
ject, but I felt rather afraid of you and
thought I'd better go slow l wanG
you, Luella. and / want to write tho
Generals biography. Are you willing
to let it go at that?"
YES" sighed Mrs McKeeyer; "if
you're satisfied. am"
In the first thrill of victory Dudley
felt that the only way he could honor
ably square himself was to confess hid
double dealing. Many times in tho
course of the afternoon, he was on the
point of making clean breast of it,
but modesty always forbade.
"If I hadn't spread it on so thick i'll
my own behalf. / shouldn't mind" he
argued. "Since l did. thial I'd better
let things go as they are. I'd feel pref
ty sneaking TO have her know that
blew my own horn so loudly"
Grant came home that evening, but
Dudley was too busy bordering over
the outcome of his epistolary enterprise
IL, say much to him. i, Just before they
went 10 bed he remmbered that he
must caution Grant TO keep their
scheme a secret
by the way, Grant, you haven't told
anybody about our exchanging letters.
have you?" he asked,
Grant yawned. mo" said he, "only
one person. told her the evening tho
plot was hatched but she doesn't
count She'll never say anything about
it."
"she?' echoed Dudley. "Wbo ls
she?'
"Oh, nobody but Luella McKeeyer.
She's all right"
Dudley caught his dropping head in
both hands
Good Lord" he said. "Tve got n
plot. now, with vengeance. New
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