Palestine daily herald. [volume] (Palestine, Tex.) 1902-1949, 1906-03-17

energy may help the average" with a
laugh. Its Labor day. you know"
Labor dayf' querled the girl. What
is thaty
"One Of our American holidays" he
explained. That's why am here to-
day"
oh said Aline with sudden com
prehension. So Labor day was appar
emily the equivalent OF those fetes OF
the olden times when for once all class
es mingled in friendly simplicity. What
a splendid ideal But no wonder she
had not understood at first
1t was growing dusk. Across the
lawn the gardeners children were set
ting of rockets left over from the last
Fourth Of July. The guests were NOV
ing about the grounds Some had gone
TO the rocks. others watched the gilt
tering trail OF the fireworks. Mile
de Saint Cyr had crossed to where
her aunt stood chatting with the host
ess In the twilight OF the pines. Sud
denly came a s-s-swish. flash, as one
Of the rockets. too powerful for the lit
tie hand which held It. exploded unex-
pectedly in the direction OF the trees.
There was a warning shout, cry and
Mile. de Saint Cyr felt herself caught
and pulled forcibly away, while eager
ringers crushed out a spark in the frag-
lie laces Of her gown. II was all over
In a second. before any one else had
time TO realize that anything had hap
pened. and Mile de Saint Cyr stood
trembling, half with fright at what she
had escaped. half with anger at the In
dignity to which she had been subject
ed. For she-she, Allne de Saint Cyr-
had been, for no matter how brief a
space, in a mans arms.
Are you hurty" he asked anxlously.
and Aline knew It to be the dark young
waiter.
But she could hardly speak. She
was startled; she was angry. yet some
how not so angry as she felt she should
be. She was shaking all over. but she
tried TO control herself, to utter a word
OF thanks. Her purse was at home;
she had nothing TO offer the man for
having saved her life. She felt NOR
titled. Perhaps II he could come TO her
aunts-
Monsieur" she essayed timidly-she
could not bring herself to call him gar
con-"I-I regret have nothing t. re-
ward you with except my gratitude.
but later at my auuts house
May / come and see you them" he
broke in eagerly. Il didn't know
whether you would want me to. But
! am often here at my sIster's"-
''Why-why. my aunt stammered
AlIne. She was conscious OF a horri-
BILE sense OF embarrassment. Surely
her aunt would not approve Oh, what
could she say? This was dreadful.
Bob" called a voice from the shad-
ows. The young man started.
Bother" he growled Haven't I
done enough for Lucie today? l sup
pose she wants me TO wash up"
-Lucie," repeated Allne.
MY sister. Mrs. Redvers," inpatient
". ''She said II would be so much
AtfNcA ahh ieoS lOihndi II We DOlh ulu
~ coes and serving. So she let
a,s-aer people off for the day. But
draw the line at washing dishes"
For one terrible moment everything
wavered before Allne, her brain whlrl-
ed. Then she faced him breathlessly.
"What-what did you say your pro-
fession wasT" she demanded tensely.
why, the law" surprised.
But" still breathless. you spoke OF
waiting
For cases. OF course" more and
more surprised. ooh. by Jove," as a
sudden thought flashed into his own
mind. 81 say. you didn't think''- But
Allne. her eyes very bright, set her
chin hard.
''No" she said determlnedly. 81
didn't think. Wouldn't yOu-wouldn't |
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