Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1902-02-27
when l heard your

i name.
He suddenly felt the air of the palm
house growing close. MY manner he
said. He was uncertain how his
voice would sound.
why. yes. I have cried nights over
Beaten Tracks / know the name
| of Dudley Renshaw better than
know my own" She looked at him
with candid hero-worship in her eyes.
He rose abruptly. walked dozen
steps. then wheeled about. His ex-
preston was a mingIlng of amuse-
ment. vexation and something else.
He stopped in front OF her, his hands
clasped behind his back.
Miss Platt,' he said, where did
you learn to deduce? How did your
selection come about?"
You mean how did | know that
you were you? oh, that was the
simplest thing 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 diva2. Miss
Platt," he said, suppose this nonen-
tity-this Pryce-wefe to really tell
you that he cared for you. Suppose
that he were to say all that your cou-
sin would suggest, and say 1t 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 to the
heroine In a railway carriage before
thy've even ben introduced" His
voice was very quiet but there was a
humorous witch 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 libel, do you think?"
please, Mr.. Renshaw," she said,
"don'r. You're just probing for my
lack of brain
Heaven Forbid" He drew nearer,
and touched her hand. Miss Platt,
you come from a more rapid land than
ours. Perhaps you bring some of the
rapidity with you, like the scent upon
your clothes. don't know, but you
make me feel that l have no time to
lose. You are the most charming
girl in the world, and think-some-
how l 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
past on the arm of the little sandy
man.
Sadie, you bad girl" she said paus-
ing as she passed. "Mr. Renshaw tells
me that you've treated him abominab-
ly; that you haven't even given him a
smile, though he waited 16 minutes to
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. I'm
sorry" she said, with one of her be-
wildering smiles; but | wanted to see
the palms, and Lord Maurice is some
tning of a botanist. Anyway. we've
been studying the tree of knowledge
for quite half an hour" Her eyes
NOR in her voice. One, at least, of the
four felt his pulses leap in admiration
of her pluck.
Mrs. Van Adam laughed. billie will
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 silence
that could be felt. Then Pryce rose
Shall go?" he asked.
Sadie rose as well. "Yes," she
said uncertainty: at least-no." Then
she suddenly looked up into his face
ITO 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 thick
skins?''
For the first time her bright eyes
dropped.
'Tll never make theories any more,
she said. Theories are horris
! things"
Till they are revised
| And then?"
"Oh. then"
But there are some things that nee,
not oe written-because they are no
said in words.-Free Lance.
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