Omaha daily bee., 1903-04-26

said Maurice, daringly. He began to feel
that he had long enough acted as neither
milestone.
Flower-o'-the-Co Corn rose haughtily, fold
ing up her sewing as she did so.
81 must go to my father. / think he is
calling me-" she said, with what severity
she could command.
Now, what happened just after that 1t is
hard for the most accurate chronicier to
say.
Frances Wildwood had a needle in her
hand. So much is certain. And as Maurice
Raith took a step nearer to her something
occurred.
Now 1 told you" she said, laying her
hand on her breast as II to recover her
breath. 81 am not Yvette Foy, and-and-I
hope it did hurt. You had no right"
The needle stood our threateningly, like
a bayonet which has been neshed once and
is again at the ready.
Maurice was holding his arm, a look of
ludicrous penitence upon his face.
do not let us be held asunder by the
foolish impulse Of a moment, the vanity Of
an hour" pleaded Maurice. II have loved
you, you alone-ever since 1 saw you stand
among the ripe wheat on the Brabant plain
with the sky above you no bluer than your
eyes!"
It was somehow pleasant to hear words
like these from Maurice Raith, but the
daughter of the chaplain Of Ardmillan's
regiment was not of those who are easily
won.
"She had no black eyes" she went on,
maIiciously, they are very beautiful. I
am sure you told her that you preferred
such!"
Maurtoa hnuauor una IN M NAV dis
couraged. She made no further movement
to leave the room, and the young aid Of my
Lord Marlborough knew that SO long as a
woman does that she will listen to reason
or, as the case may be, to unreason. At
all events, she will listen.
There was a bright flush Of rose on the
girls cheeks which had not been there
when she sprang daintily into her fathers
arms, or even when she had come upstairs
so poutingly on his arm. She stood exam
lining her seam, apparently lost in admira-
tion of the fneness Of the stitches.
Frances" he continued. manfully, 81
love you. / have loved you a long time.
have told your father that / love you.
He knows who / am, and at least he does
not disapprove. To one question only do 1
believe that / am entitled to an answer
Here Flower-o'-the-Corn moved her feet
uu5aBlly Oh the uuCOVef0u WOOueu uOoIt put
she did not speak.
D you love any mar 30 much that you
feel there is no room in your heart for
mer"
The blue eyes Of Flower-o'-the-Corn
flashed upon him almost mischievously,
though less wickedly than those other black
ones Of Yvette Foy.
''Yes!" she said. That and no more. He
Uyod onduorod and che lNaIroI Gull -
him as II daring him.
The sunburnt out-of-doors' hue upon
Maurice Raith's face paled instantly to a
CHASTITY paleness. His finger nails gripped
deep into his palms. His head grew sud
denly light, the room turned round, and
had he not been near the window sill he
might have fallen. The girls answer com
paign might ask, what are some Of the
Items Of legitimate expense?"
They are so numerous as TO make It de-
cidedly difficult to enumerate them. During
the heat of the battle the city must be
thoroughly caDvassed. An army Of men is
necessary to do this successfully. II the
first place in the present campaign all fac
lions have speakers out every night. Halls
where these speakers hold forth must be
paid for and so must all the little Incl
dentals arising with the meetings, such al
printing and advertisements, and in a few
instances the speakers themselves mus
have a little money for their trouble. Then
there are all the ONCE expenses at the
headquarters; s~tenographers, literature
posters, messengers and various such thing
that go to make up any office management
One Of the most important duties, or task.
1t had better be called, Of the machine IL
to get hold OF every voter, registered and
unregistered in the corporate limits of the
city and make an effort to have every one
registered before the election time rolls
around. Here is where Dick Croker's in,
exorable cry Of "get votes" comes in. Th'
objective point Of every political campaign
is to reach the voters. They must be mad
to register and vote on election day Of