The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1903-08-08

Thurstons' last September" he pur-
sued
Yes, I was in Morristown. but only
occasionally at the Thurstons'r' she re-
turned.
Then you did walk into the library
/ one Sunday afternoon and tell me you
were the Princess Constantia Grego-
RUS" he said, positively.
Mr.. Ashe." she said, reprovingly.
Have you twin sister," asked
Ashe desperately.
Il am all the daughters of my faith
er's house." she said, lightly, but her
eyes were dancing as she gave him his
chocolate.
Don't you remember the painful
taking off of Sapphira?" he inquired,
Miss Gregory counted on her fingers.
"a princess, Constantia Gregorius, an
astral body-let me seel a dream, and
now a liar!" she said. 'Oh, fie. Mr..
Il have $50 that belongs to you," said
Ashe irrelevantly.
81 beg your pardon?" said the girl
blanks.
BY rights asseverated Ashe, with
nod. Half of what I got for that
poem, you know. / calculate that my
thought and labor are good for half,
but you furnished the idea, you see"
Miss Gregory sat down on the nearest
chair and laughed aloud. Ashe slipped
his chocolate meditatively and watched
her.
For a poet" she said at last, you
are most unexpectedly practical!''
When I've offered to share my in
come with a comparative stranger-a
chimercial, elusive dream-lady ct
that " he asked, raising his eyebrows.
I'm not sure about chimeras. but 1
think they were monsters of some
kind" said the girl. land your income
is too small to be alluring, Mr.. Ashe.
If you don't wish any more of that
chocolate, won't you have something
cold? No. Well, then come back to
Mrs. Foster. I'm afraid you'll be bor-
rowing money of me next, to say MOTH
ing of the way in which you are strain
ing your poetic fancy to find flattering
names for me-" She took his cup and
turned away. Before he could follow.
he was seized upon and carried off in
triumph by some fair admirers, and
quick glance back showed him that a
fortunate elderly gentleman had taken
possession of her, so he resigned him.
self to the inevitable, and did not see
her again until just as he was leaving.
He had looked for her to say goodbye,
but in vain, and Mrs. Foster did not
know where she had hidden herself. so
he was starting off, disappointed. but
resolved not to let the thing drop, when
her voice stopped him with his hand on
/ the door.
''Au revoir. Mr. Ashe." she said. lean
ing toward him from the lowest step of
/ the stairway. "Au revoir."
"And very. soon, most fair lady of the
realm of my Dreams
THAT is really lovely thing. Mr..
Ashe'' she said. "and 1 am very proud
to think that you think that I had any
part in it,.
But didn't your" he demanded.
DO believe in telepathy?" she asked
mockingly. Am l an astral body. or
bad dream2'' He shook his high hat
threateningly at her.
THE truth is not in you. Mile. Sap
phira," he announced.
Hear the lion growll" she retorted,
with a saucy nod, and turned to go up
stairs. He took a step toward her.
Miss GGregoryi" he said imploringly.
Seriously, now " She looked at him
over her shoulder with dancing eyes.
DO you know, until today, I always
supposed it was Dick Thurston that
woke up that afternoon" she said con-
hdentially. and ran lightly upstairs
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