The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1904-01-13

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had only existed until now. He ar
ranged the cushions on the diVan, and
she sat down.
"Do you believe in infatuati0n" he
asked. suddenly. 81 suppose infatua'
tion Is the word"
He felt afraid of what he was going
to say. He felt that his principles, his
honor-he used the word boldly-all
staple things were drifting from him
like q mirage. He sat down beside her
and strove to call the thought OF
Creighton to his mind.
"Have you ever heard of a man
going off his head in single night?'
he asked afresh.
With a rush the music came to an
end.
She looked up at him, and behind the
uneasiness in her eyes he felt that she
was measuring him inch by inch.
"rd like to ask you something" she
said, "if you don't mind"
! Some women ignore difficulties; the
method, if unscientific. is concise.
He felt rebuffed, and bent bis head.
She glanced down, then once more
glanced up.
81 want you to tell me your name"
He met her gaze in blank surprise
Il was hard to be rebuked; it was in
human to be forgotten-wiped off hel
memory in six weeks.
She unbuttoned and buttoned her
glove.
you've been puzzling me the whole
night" she said. "Of course, I know
that you're some friend Of Tommy's
but what friend - and where I met
you-" She broke off suddenly and
looked at him once more. "Please do
enlighten me. I'm just dying to
know"
He had a vague idea that she was
talking against time. Desperation
seized him.
81 suppose you're laughing at me" "
he said. II suppose you think that be.
cause you're $3.50 horribly pretty you
can turn a mans head just for sport.
But it isn't sport; at least, not to me.
I'm handicapped every way" He came
to sharp stop.
The music of the next dance began.
1t appeared distant and much subdued.
His balance and his nerve seemed lost.
He rose slowly.
"At least" he said, grasping at q
thread, "at least, say that you remem-
Der giving me tea - Bisherthorpe and
me, one day soon after you'd come
back from your honeymoon. Don't
make me- feel quite an outsider"
His tone was ludicrous, but his face
was woefully perple1ed-
She watched him curiously. Then
an expression-just the dawning of a
smile-stole into her eyes. She clasped
her hands, and the smile crept very
slowly from her eyes to her mouth.
"How delicious" she said. Glow
perfectly delicious! But how absurd"
Cranfeld was fldgeting with his pro-
gram. At her words he suddenly tore
it in two.
She glanced at him. and there was a
glow like freight in her eyes.
81 don't think" she said deliberately,
"that I ever gave you any tea. I'm
not Daisy, you know, I'm Daisy's Sis
ter. We are horribly alike, and I al
ways keep forgetting. Please forgive
me-it's been all my fault"
Her glance suddenly fell.
The swish Of the dancers and the
throb of the waltz came to Cranfeld;
they were the accompaniment to his
tangling thoughts.
"But you came with Tommy" he said
obstinately.
"Of course. in Daisy's place. Daisy
had headache"
He passed his hand across his eyes,
brushing away many things. Then for
the first time that night he smiled.
might I-?' He halted. might
I-W
Their eyes met.
He suddenly bent near; so near that
his breath touched her cheek.
might L? Just to level things"
Her head dropped. and the color
rushed into her face. Her answer, when
it came. was whisper-one of those
inaudible mysteries that are never
really placed. To this day Cranfeld ir-
sists that it was Eyes," but Mrs. Gran
field is quite persistently determined
that it was "no."-New York News.