The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1907-09-10

scting than the occasion required.
His sincerity and straightforwardness
spoke not only in his frank and genial
manner, but in every direct glance OF
his steady gray eyes, every motion Of
his well poised head.
''TiredY' said Rufus Maythorn a few
months later. looking at his daughter
across the dinner table that sparklelB
with silver and cut glass.
+ ''Not a bit" she answered cheer
fully.
IAnd you still ike your Employer
He seems said Rosamond demUre-
Iy, Ito be very just and reasonable
sort of person"
1.-The people who know him say fine.
things Of him. returned her father. x
should judge that he was composed OF
brain and muscle rather than of saw
DUST
One evening after Office hours, as
Rosamond was walking homeward.
Graham Ellis joined her She ha6
played so long on the dangerous edge
of discovery that she had become ac-
customed to it, but on this particular
night his sudden presence startled her.
and to gain time she turned into q
shabby side street a girl was just
disappearing into one OF the dingY
doOrways 1t was Matty Brown. In
stantly RosamOnd saw way of es-
cape
Good night" she said. pausing ana
abruptly holding out her hand to era
ham Ellis.
You live here?" he Intercepted.
A little demon of mischief looked out
Of ROsamond's brown eyes.
"Why not?" she queried lightly, al
ready halfway up the steps.
May I come and see you some time
when you're not too tired or busy?' he
asked.
Il should be delighted" smiled Rosa
mOnd and then slipped into the dimly
lighted hall, where the figure of Matty
Brown was slowly receding. Here she
waited till she knew that Graham Ell
lis had passed and then went out again.
her heart beating more than it haG
ever done over social triumph. Poor
and dismal and dingy though the place
was, he had cared enough to come and
see her in it. while the men she was &C
customed to meet in the drawing rooms
Of her friends would have sneered and
passed on.
81 must have made mistake in the
number, Miss Marsh" he said to her
the following week. WAS it Is or 17s
rang at several doors, but no one
seemed to know your name.'
"We've moved" said RosamOnd calm
ly. I'VE don't live there any more"
ooh, l see" said Graham Ellis. There
was long pause. "Of course" he be-
gan rather stifly-s'of course if you
don't care to have me CALI
ROsamOpd bent over her machine. 81
don't know when you've seen where Z
live if you'll like it, she murmurel,
and Ellis was too much in earnest to
note the catch Of amusement in. her
tone.
Like itr he cried. "Of coutse, III
ike it, Do you think It makes any dif-
ference to me where you live? Surely
we can't have worked together all these
months without your knowing that
love your
"Ah,' said Rosamond, with a .jIe
Of Whimsical laughter, "then IL 9th
ing makes any difference, you WON'T
mind my being Rufus NIaythorn's
daughter instead of ROsamond Marsh =
for, you know, there was once an az
Icient who set out with lantern to
look for an honest man; but, since I'm
la modern. I've used a typewriter In
stead. And it led me straight to You
TO man with nothing on earth to-
offer yoI but lovei'.
Wei. isn't that the greatest thing in
the worldY she whispered, flushing
adOrabIy.