The evening Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1902-1902, 1902-09-02
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Kipling says"
For an instant she heaitated. But
why not? she asked herself. And
they went together TO sit little ia.
BILE in theicorner where four years
] ago-but the waiter was bringing
cocktails.
"Tell me-" he said, "do you like
working?"
Don't, she said, sits necessary
and l don't dare let myself get dis.
satisfied"
"Ah! he breathed, then you
| don't like it. Why don'tyou drink
your cocktail?'
She pushed the little glass aside.
"Working men don't drink" she
said, with half smile. '"They live
! in boarding houses with ice cream
and sponge cake for Sunday dinner
| and fried potatoes fer Monday break.
fast and pruneS for"--
"That will do" he broke in. II
don't want to think that you have to
live SO. Lillian, behaved like cad
Hush, (" she said. II have tried
to forget that and it doesn't hurt
anymore"
His eyes burned her and he lean.
ed across the table. 'Tale me
back" he said. His voice was hoarse
LET mel
Don't Allen" she said sharply.
1--WE tried my best to like other
women" he went on. You may
as well say it threw you over
when you lost your money. l was
insane, | think; but Lilian-nO, look
at me-since Cousin Stuart died
I've had plenty; SO much I'm sick
of it. Now, share it with me. |
want you and | want to put you
back on your pedestal, out of that
hell of a teachers life you're living.
This time she stopped him. Her
face had gone white and her eyes
were ringed again. 1t is my sister
who is teaching. am reporter.
l am the reporter Mrs. Carruthers-
Oliver sent you down to dismiss,
and I"-she talterel, then went on
tirmly-''1 asked you all those ques-
tons about Jack Oliver because l
wanted to beat the town ON it. Do
you understand? l intended to turn
your private contilenc9 to my ad-
vantage, to copy if you please. Oh
but rve fallen low from the girl |
used to be. You needn't look 50 in
credulous. II think I'd better go.
l don want any lunch. I'll not
use the stuff now.' Before he could
catch up his hat and follow her she
was in the street.
"Lil'ian," he impIored when he
reached her side, "!isten. DON'T
hurry So Walt" He caught her
arm and hai,ed u passing cab.
"Drivc to the park. Drive any.
where iii tell you to STOP he said
to Lho driver, and half pushed. half
lifted her in. She drew back into
the corncr, and though her face was
hidden, he could see her shoulders
trembic withHobs. Without haste he
pulled dawn the curtains and put his
arms around her.
"You may as we'll give in" he
said, "What difference do you sup.
pose it n, axes TO me whether you are
Il reporter or not? And | don't be.
l.eve You intended to use that stu If
about Jack Olive r, Ind even IT you
| don t care. W ant you aud l am
going to have 70 Il. ] know you love
me. Don't shake your head: you do.
Isaw it in your eyes the very first
minute. | would never have dared
to do this had | not been sure. Here
kiss me-
~ long side lutterel through
Miss Harvey,s lips. She laid her
head against his shoulder and was
still. Presently SHE smiled.
Such luvem aklrg.' she said.
"ln restaurant aud 4 cab. y
Il, does very well. l think
he answered. AT least, it suits
me-"
.Nou'rc as persistent as Mr.
Raine. " she said thoughtfully.
WHO is MIR. Raine?" he asked at
once.
"My city editor" she SAID, "and
he is waiting Tor me to bring in
half u column about Mrs. Carruthers
divers chagrin at her sons mar.
rage
''lIc can wait" declared Mr..
Heating. kiss me again. sweet
heart
Ralue waited, love triumphcd,
but the paper was scoopen IN conse-
luence.