The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1905-12-07
THE LOVE CHASE


There! Can't you see the spire
just peeping up through the trees?
Put your head out of the window"
mo, thank you. l might get a
spark or something in my eye"
Monica sighed deeply. 81 think you
might try" she protested.
Il am trying. I've been trying ever
since we left Baker street. | am
bound to admit, however, that up to
the present"
"That'H do. If I'd known you
weren't going to play the game l.
Jack rose hastily, took off his straw
hat and thrust his head out of the
window
Can you see it?" asked Monica
mo. Oh, yes! Quite reminds one
DAMN He flung himself back into
the seat, and CROPPED IN a pocket for
his handkerchief.
Don't say it's a spark pleaded
Monica
Il shall call it something worse
than that in a minute"
I'm so sorry! 1t was my fault.
Let me see if I can get it out"
She sat down beside him, took the
handkerchief, wetted one corner and
screwed it into a point
Nov open you eye. Is it at the top
or the bOttom?"
Il dunno. It's hurting most con-
foundedly, wherever it is
Poor boy! Try to keep quite still
Look down.
Il am looking down. Don't keep on
jabbing like that"
Il am not jabbing, Jack. It's no use
getting in a temper about it. I'm do
ing my best
Better leave it alone and let it
come out by itself"
"Then it may go on hurting you
all day. Keep still a moment! l see
it,"
Look out!'
"Got i'm! It's only a tiny little
speck, after ALL
"YOu wouldn't think it so tiny if it
had been in your eye, I'll bet
Il expect not. Halo! Here we are!"
That's new porter" whispered
Monica as they descended the steps.
Very likely. They don't generally
| keep them at stations like this for five
years, you know"
Five years isn't so very long"
isn't it?" Jacks tone was sig
nifcant. Monica said nothing.
Il wonder if any one will remem-
Der us?" said Monica.
81 hope not
"Why?"
ooh, don't know! Only we used to
be SO frightfully-what d you call
| it?"
Il didn't know you objected SO
| strongly to being in love-
Il don't. 1 mean, 1 didn't No,
| DON'T
They were outside the village now.
| and few minutes would bring them
to the lane that led to the wood of
many memories. Monica stopped, and
looked her husband squarely in the
| face.
Before we go any further she be-
| gan, Il should like
ga drink? We've passed all the
pubs"
81 shant go. l shall go back to the
station and take the next train to
| town. I was a fool ever to come.
might have known that man like
you"
cts no use struggling" said Jack
And he kissed her
Half way up the lane they came to
a cottage. Five years ago, they had
been wont to take tea at that cottage
| The old lady who made the tea was
still making it, and they stayed there
for quite an hour
Doesn't this remind you whisper
ed Monica.
cts the very same blend" said
Jack, peering into his cup with a SEN
timental eye.
Monica's heart sank There was
nothing left for it now but the wood.
Perhaps we are making mistake,
after ALL she observed Her eyes
were very wide open, for she was
looking down Pickering glade that
| led to a dell. 1t was in that dell
that the primroses used to grow. In
cidently, too, Jack had proposed to
her there"
Let's chance it." he suggested, and
began to make way for her through
the brambles.
They wandered about the wood for
rather more than an hour. Here was
the curious little knoll that Monica
had called her throne; there the ditch
that Jack hal fallen into because he
would look at Monica instead of where
he was going. Today he was picking
his way with the utmost care
| At last it began to grow dusk. Jack
knocked the ashes out of his pipe
and buttoned up his coat Monica,
pretending not to notice, led him to
| the dell
| Better not climb down." said Jack,
cts sure to be damp"
..Never mind. Come on" she seiz-
ed him by the hand and dragged him