The Cairo bulletin., 1906-03-03

tive girl she IL too"
Miss Blake tilted her little nose up
ward until she looked almost dignihed,
But she's quite quite another sort
that Livingston grlr She replied air
fly. shes not
Not
"Your style, finished MISS Blake
promptly "You know there are girls
ana girls.
"Yes" agreed Dick refectivcly.
Down The roadway carriage wheels
began TO crunch the sandy ground.
Here comes Aunt Martha" announc-
ed Miss Blake I'm a bit sorry let
her call for me tonight, Dick, cause
I'd haze liked awfully much 10 have
you see me home Then | could have
talked to you sensiby and convinced
you Of this 'propinquity business
"Of course didn't mean TO martyr
you said Dick grimly as he led her
down TO the carriage.
"Now don't bS silly" admonished
Miss Blake with cXasperntins serenity
Just forget everything you've said TO-
night, like a good boy. and we'll 20 oil
as we've always done, being jolly good
friends ell, Dickie?"
After he had shaken hands with Aunt
Martha and the carriage had started
off Miss Blake called back gayly over
her shoulder;
"Ill be coming home in another fort
night myself, you know"
Dick stood for awhile on the yeranda
after the sound of the wheels had died
away He was a substantial chap with
brains. and he reasoned with himself
seriously she isn't flirting, he 81
uloquized, "but she's wild and doesn't
want TO be tanned, However now for
a new game
Some weeks later, after Miss Blake
had returned 10 town, Dick began to
drop in at the Blake home again II
was only intermittently, though, and he
was not confidential as to where be
spent the numerous evenings he ana
not drop in Miss Blake would sooner
have had one of her fetching dtmplcs
splrited away than ask him, but her
curiosity changed from annoyance TO
worry.
Il say Mollie,' deserved Dick casu
ally one evening lighting his pipe and
looking abseutmindedly at the sweet
ueas Miss Blake wore, that propin-
ouity theory of yours isn't such a rum
one. after ALL Since I've been back
I've seen an awful lot of that Living
ston girl. and, do you know. she's loIlF
nice, mighty good company ana tilal
sort o thing dare say it's being with
her 50 much that
Miss Blake half jumped to her feet
from the deep armchair in which DICK
had piled up for her sea Of pillows
And SO il was that Livingston girl!
Hello! A wasp inquired Dick, set
ting down bis pipe leisurely and refer
ring to the jump
No answer. The lamps hadn't yet
been lighted. and II was the dark end
Of twilight. so he couldn't see her face
very clearly. But as lac piled the two
pillows which had slipped to the iioor
| behind the AehnFe lt'ie hsu'' "a Wv
sweet paas"again he caught tremu
| lous intaklng Of breath. As q matter
Of fact the girl in the deep chair was
Struggling desperately with aggregated
| emotions Of the past month and tears
weren't very far away.
WHY why. Mollier Dick exclaimed
| in some alarm. Then with very real
tenderness he put both firm hands IN
der the djmpled chin and turned the
! little face toward him
ooh. Dick. live been so miserable.
stammered she family.
/ I've been miserable, too, sweetheart
whispered he, settling himself on the
arm Of the chair And then, somehow
those pretty sweet peas got bit
crushed.
and you don't really care for tpot
Livingston glrlf' murmured Mollle
presently, piuchug his cheek.
THAT Livingston girl? Humph"
cried he IN establishment