The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1903-11-26

| ~ to meet him, from out shadowy
background of mahogany furniture. lighe
gowns and palms. He tried TO get
through with conventional greeting and
shook hands perfunctoriIy with the 9TH
! ers, whose faces ne remembered as of
yore. A young woman in a cloudy pink
gown half turned her face from him; he
knew at once the familiar delicate prof e
as she bent over the bunch of roses she
carried. And then. with a delicious little
/ thrill sweeping through him. he recog-
! nized them as the ones he had sent her.
He found himself near her at last and
/ tried to silence some of his agitation as
/ he uttered her name.
'Miss-Forshay." But it crept out de-
/ spite his vigilance and the g.rl heard it
and turned around. The hand she ex-
tended him was cold; perhaps that was
why he forgot to release It.
'You-you haven't chansed one bit,"
he said, awkwardly, unable to remove
his eyes from her face.
Its the rose-colored lights" she en-
deavored to say, lightly. but her lip trem-
bled. Il have changed-in every way.
In every way?" he repeated after her.
There was a world of meaning in his
voice
Yes" she bowed her head over the
roses. lin every way"
oh, Jenne,' he cried, vehemently, in
a low tone, don't transport me TO
dream of bliss unless you mean it. All
these years l have been faithful to my
ideal, you. Don't send me away again
as you did that day: can't face future
like the past" Some one was making
his way across the room to them: she
could not answer him. Dorrance gained
a sufficient consciousness Of his surround
in.s to see the newcomer in time.
Nora Tracy was on the young fellows
arm, with happy, satisfied expression
of her face, and the lcok that the tall
young Virginian bestowed on her was
one of proud ownership. Their relations
were no longer mere conjecture. Dor
rance grasped Recess hand with more
than cordially: it meant congratulations
for his escape from an avowed confirmed
state of bachelorhoou. nd he recalled
state of bachelorhood. And he recalled
veritable diatribes on the petty jealous
les Of wives in general, and Reese's dec
laration that he had never ben jealous
OF any piece of femininity, but if he ever
were he should simply asphyxiate her
Bob" he could not refrain from say
ing. don't asphyxiate her" Recess blue
eyes frightened as he understood the al
fusion. He made one of his inimitabIe
characteristic gestures. He was a good
looking chap of admirable physique whom
women had some way been unable TO
spoil.
Clyde he said santentously, as with
the chivalry of the man born south of
the Mason and Dixon line he bent ard
kissed his sweethearts fingers, there s
only one way in the worlo. l have dis
covered, and that is a womans way.
Love. you know, is the scarlet fever of
manhood. 1t is very serious. often fatal:
and even Il the patient RECEIVERS he may
always suffer from it's il-efects. or he
may be crippled. or rendered disabled for
ever from it. ! have taken an extra pre-
caution in providing myself with the best
little nurse in the world; my chances OF
life are absolutely in her hands"
Nora blushed softly. L am afraid I
shall have to prescribe quiet for you
now" she said merrily. "You are slight
ly delirious"
''Who could be rational under such a
disease?" retorted Reese. IT'S contag-
ious. too. Look at Portlock and Mary
Goodson in that Turkish corner. They
nearly made the same mistake Nora and /
] did he added, turning to the others. |
by the time the Roman punch is served (
tonight I'll wager they vii have forever
prevented another such disaster. He is /
just now repeating To- her MS favorite
color, author. and how he likes his chops
prepared for breakfast. ! know the ex-
preston
ITS not more reprehensible than Miss /!
Somerset and Holbrook." Dorrance pro
tested. They have only recently met
and have already exploited all mundane /
subjects, the probability Of Mars being /
occupied. the illness of the now. and how /
to make Welsh rarebit without beer"
Their acquaintance has certainly made .
gigantic strides Jenne Forshay put in /
from above her roses.
Dorrance regarded her fondly
When the right man meets the right /
woman" he said, why"
''Dir/r is served" announced an i'm
PASSIVE looking colored man from the
doorway.
"Why-what?' she asked archly IS she
passed under the crimson pOrtiere he
drew aside for her
'She-meets him half way" he added
softly. OBTAINING her for the second to al
low the others to pass.
such beautiful roses" she murmured
confusedly under the fire of his gaze,
which set all of her pulses tingling. The
bouquet was OF generous proportions
ard there was no one looking. 4 blush.
as crimson as the flowers she carried.
her face as she raised her joy
Gus eyes to his and read the love and ten
derness there for her.-Evening Wiscon-
sin.