The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1904-12-09
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trying its best to shine this very ni...
ute"
"May failure attend it's efforts-that
isl meanAyou know how very un-
certain such weather is, and If I al
lowed you to be caught again I'd never
forgive myself
"Oh, you wouldn't think of 1t again,
of course" she laughed coyly. "But
should be desolated if caused you
to miss your appointment. It's quite
a little nearer 3 than 1t was, you
know"
"IIang the appointment! Oh, say,
beg your pardon. you know. But
really Pm having such good time I'd
forgotten, and it's bore anyway"
1.-THE appointments"
"Yes, Il beastly duty, you see. You
wouldn't mind my unburdening my
self? Pm just in town for few
weeks OH business, and an old school
chum made me promise I'd look up his
sister-gave me n letter and all that,
which I'm to present this afternoon.
know her sort too well-the frothy,
gushy kind. Old Bob's the right stuff,
but these girls--Lord, I'd no end rath-
er be excused. If it had only been
some one like you, now
"Oh, you really mustn't say it," came
queer, muffled voice.
Ward looked down to see very pink
face, a pair of unaccountably roguish
eyes and a tempting mouth that twitch-
| ed at the corners.
"Why mustn't l say it?' he persist
ell. "lIang conventionality! There go
again-Gut hang it anyway. Here am
having the best time of my life, and
| just because we happen not to have
| met formally l can't say what / think.
| And worse still, I've got to go pres
| emily and run my head straight into
| moose. Probably find an at home and
| the house full of others just like her.
| I'd not rebel ut all If you were to take
care Of me-that is, If you were will
ing. Can't we be introduced or some
thing, whatever would be necessary to
make it properf" -
The pretty face had burned pinker
| and pinker.
Don't you think you're a bit hard
| on a girl you've never seen?' suggest
| cd the same muffied voice.
Don't have to see her. What's more,
don't want to. 1 know the sort, tell
you. But Bob
Bob who? 1 might know his sister,"
Bob Dalrymple. Grand old chap
too"
II knew it," triumphantly. II mean
yes, l have heard of him. And here
we are at Mrs. Walkers. You can't
hn1 cot f,,l 7
in your umbrella-and your very re-
freshing frankness. Goodby."
"Oh, l say! You're going to let me
| find you again, aren't you? To lose you
at once for n mere form when I've
waited all these years"
The genuine distress on his face was
| too much for Phyllis composure, and
the repressed laughter came in q gale
of merriment.
II won't detain you longer" she said,
-w'aging the gate with her toe. II have
, IN engagement at 3-somethipg of a
nuisance too. / shall have to entertain
friend of my brothers, and I under.
stand he's rather a stick-not half SO
charming as you have been, I'm sure"
Then the gate slammed against her
hand, and shower Of white cards
| sprinkled the walk. Ward bent to pick
up her purse and from every white
square was confronted by the words,
Miss Phyllis Dalrymple."
Miss Dalrymple," he stammered In
an agony Of humiliation. T-I-how
could you let me-I''-
But Phyllis was tripping up the
walk. AS she reached the step she
| turned and smiled. Just then the sun
burst from behind n cloud, transform
ing the world into a sparkle of dia-
mond drops.
Miss Dalrymple will be ut home,
alone, at g." she said. 1T is possible
that she would listen to a-well, let "
say an explanation" 1