Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1903-11-21


through with a conventional greeting and
shook hands perfunctorily with the 9th
ers. whose faces he remembered as of
yOre. A young woman in q cloudy pink
gown half turned her face from him; he
knew at once the familiar deiicate Drofila
as she bent over the bunch of roses she
carried And then, with 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 10 silence some of his agitation as
be uttered her name.
"Miss-Forshay!" But it crept out d.
spite his vigilance and the girl heard il
and turned around. The hand she ex-
tended HIM was cold; perhaps that was
why he forgot to release it.
'You--yOu haven't changed one bit" he
said. awkwardly, unable to remove his
eyes from her face.
Its the rose-colored lights she en-
deayored to say lightly, but her lip trea-
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,' lie cried, vehemently. III
low tone, don't transport me TO a
dream of bliss unless you mean it. All
these years | have been faithful to nv
[
As you did that day; | can't face future
Ike the past" Some one was making
his way across the room to them: she
could not answer him. Dorrance gained
sufficient consciousness of his surround
/ ings TO see the newcomer in time
Nora Tracy was OH the young fellows
arm, with a happy, satisfied expression
OF. her face, and the look that the tall
young Virginian bestowed on her was
one of proud ownership. Their relations
were no longer mere conjecture Dor
rance grasped Reese's hand with more
than cordiality; it meant congratulations
for his escape from an avowed confirmed
state Of bachelorhood. And he recalled
fragments of conversation, which were
yeritable diatribes on the petty jealouSies
OF wives in general, and Reese's declara-
ton that he had never been jealous of
any piece of femininity, but f be ever
we're he should simply asphyxiate her.
Bob" he could not refrain from say
ing, don't asphyxiate her" Reese's blue
eyes frightened as he understood the allu-
sion. He made one of his inimitable.
characteristic gestures He was good
looking chap, of admirable physique,
whom women had some way been unable
10 spoil.
Clyde" he said, sententiously, as with
the chiyalry of the man born south of the
Mason and Dixon line he first bent and
kissed his sweetheart's fingers, there's
only one way in the world | have discov-
cred, and that is woman's way. Love,
you know, is the scarlet fever of man
hood. 1t is very serious, often fatal; and
even if the patient RECEIVERS he may al
ways suffer from it's ll-effects, or he may
be crippled, or rendered disabled forever
from it. | have taken an extra precau-
ton in providing myself with the best
little nurse in the world; my chances of
| life are absolutely in her hands"
Nora blushed softly. Il am afraid l
shall have to prescribe quiet for you
now" she said merrily. You are slight
~ delirious"
"Who could he rational under such
diseasc% retGrted Reese. Its con-
ltagious, 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 will have for
ever prevented another such disaster
He is just now repeating to her his favor
lite color, author. and how he likes his
chops prepared for breakfast. | know
the expression"
IT'S not more reprehensible than Miss
Somerset and Iolbrook," Dorrance pro-
tested. They have only recently met,
wnd have already exploited all mundane
subjects, the probability of Mars being
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-"
Dinner is served" announced an inn
passive looking colored man from the
doorway.
"Why-what?" she asked archly as she
passed under the crimson portiere he
drew aside for her.
.She-meets him half way" he added
softly, detaining her fer the second to
allow 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
and there was no one looking. A blush,
as crimson as the flowers she carried,
suffused her face as she raised her Joyous
eyes to his and read the love and tender
ness there for her.
And then-she met him half way
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