Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1904-12-24

fact that She was losing the Oldest
friend she had would count for
little. IL was with a sore heart,
Indeed, that he was leaving I'm
derbrae, for Donald loved Grace
devotedly-once he had thought
she cared for him-but that was
long ago when she was a school
girl, long before Con Sylyester's
dark blue eyes had looked The de
votion their owner seldom ex
pressed in any other way, for Con
was a fiirt. and the knowledge OF
This added not little Tohis grief.
He never doubted that Con was Sc.
rious, but he did doubt his suita
bility as a husband for any girl.
Grace looked surprised, certain.
lly, that evening, when he told her
that he was going. 'But You will
be back again directly" she said,
airily; anyway YOU can't go to.
morrow because the coach has
had an accident, and has been
taken in to Clifton Tor repairs.
The mail will be 4 day late, and SO
YOU simply can't go. Turn that
light down a little, like dear boy.
think I've got something into my
eyes this afternoon willow dust,
probably-at any rate, it hurts
lou are looking very bonnie
this evening, Grace" he said, as
he turned down the lamp.
THANK you, / have been doing
my hair in the new way. Mr. Syl-
yester showed me a photo of his
sister-the one who was present
ed the other day-aDd / copied mv
hair from hers"
Con Sylvester Won must bring
everything around to his namen
said Donald, irately. "You care
nothing that / am nothing
whatever"
"YOu are so horribly bad tenn.
pered that l shall be distinctly re
lieved," said Miss Durie.
You really mean that?"
Il really mean it,"
Then l shall not see you again"
and for the second time in one day
Donald Rennie lost his temper and
spoiled his cause.
Con Sylvester covered his re-
treat for him with request for
Miss Durie to play an accompani-
ment. He sang well, and was
highly vexed because for some
reason or other the girl stumbled
over the notes and played several
wrong ones.
Il cannot think what is the mat
ter with me-" she said; "all the
notes look blurred"
"Tears-idle tears" suggested
Con, with provoking look toward
the door and Rennie's broad-shoul
dered figure.
mo, / am afraid not. LOokw
and she opened her big gray eyes
widely. There were certainly no
tears in them.
They are worth looking at
said Con, admiringly, eff you will
forgive me for so bald a compli.
ment."
There's something the matter
with them, all the same" said the
girl, anxiously. II think l shall go
to bed and rest them. but they have
always been so strong before"
'YOu will not mind if l ask Mrs.
Lance TO play my next song for
me? have promised TO sing If
Love Were ALL"
90, dear no, said Grace. Butt
was annoying all the same.
Mrs. Lance was always trying
to attach herself to Con, with the
unmistakeable object of attach
ing him to her. In fact, she had
more than once limited to Grace
that before her marriage to Mr..
Lance, Con Sylvester had been
something dearer than a friend to
her. She was spending a month
with the Duries, and was bright
faced, rather plain,featured little
woman, with an intense love of adj
miratiOn.
The next morning Miss Durie's
eyes were bad indeed, and she felt
too i'll to see anyone-the dreaded
word SANDY blight had been
whispered - and before evening
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