The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1907-02-14

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~ Quite sympathize with Your Re
Iuctance to Deliver the Message
Yourself" She Said.
luctance to deliver tie message your
SELF" she said. rs this all you came
to say"
Il came to tell you that you could
have the house, and everything in its
hideous walls" 1 snapped; ito tell you
that my chivalry is enough for some
situations and that l don't intend to
fight a woman. had accepted your
own announcement of the legacy IN
good part, but now, please believe me,
it shall be yours tomorrow. I'll yield
possession to you whenever you ask
it,-but never to Arthur Pickeringl AS
against him and his treasure-hunters
and assassins l will hold out for a
dozen years."
"Nobly spoken, Mr.. Glenarm! Yours
is really an admirable, though some
what complex character"
it is" I blurted.
II shouldn't call that a debatable
proposition" she replied, and I was an
CRY to find how the m1rth I had loved
In her could suddenly become so hate.
full. She half-turned away so that /
might not see her face. The thought
that she should countenance Picker
ing in any way tore me with jealous
rage.
MT. Glenarm, you are what I have
heard called a gutter, defined in com.
mon Americanese as one who quits,
Your clustering can hardly conceal the
fact Of your failures. I had hoped you
would really be of some help to Sister
Theresa, and incidentally to me, but
we both sadly misjudged you"
Her tone, changing from amused in
difference to severest disdain, stung
me into self-pity for my stupidity in
having sought her. My anger was not
against her. but against Pickering, who
had, persuaded myself, always
blocked my path. She went on.
Mr.. Pickering is decidedly more
than a match for wou, Mr.. Glenarm,-
! even in humor"
She drew herself up with tragic
| scorn in every line of her figure then
relaxed, laughed and was Olivia again;
and as I watched her,-wondering per
picked, chagrined,-she turned swiftly
away and RAM am sure she ran
! from the room.
She left me so quickly, so softly,
that I stood staring like fool at the
went gloomily back to Glenarm House,
angry, ashamed and crestfallen.
While we were waiting for dinner
made a clean breast Of my acquaint-
ance with her to Larry, emitting moth
ing,-rejoicIng even to paint my own
conduct as black as possible.
You may remember her" l con-
cluded,-"she was the girl we saw at
Sherry's that night we dined there.
She was with Pickering, and you no
ticed her,-spoke of her, as she went
out?"
That little girl who seemed so
bored, or tired or sick? Bless me,
why her eyes haunted me for days.
Lord, man, do you uean to say"
A look of utter scorn came into his
face, and he eyed me contemptuously.
"Of course 1 mean it," I thundered
at him.
He took the pipe from his mouth
pressed the tobacco viciously into the
bowl, and swore steadily in Gaelic IN
til was ready to choke him.
"Stop!" I bawled DO you think
that's helping me? And to have you
curse in your blackguardly Irish dia
lect! 1 wanted a little Anglo-Saxon
sympathy, you fool, I didn't mean for
I you to invoke your infamous gods
against the grill"
Don't be violent, lad. Violence is
reprehensible, he admonished witt
maddening sweetness and patience
What I was trying to intimate very
mildly was the fact, borne in upon me-
, through years Of acquaintance, thai
you are,-to be bold, my. lad, to be
| bold,-a good deal Of a damned fool"
The trllling Of his rs was like tht
whirring rise of a covey of quail
Dinner is served" announced Bates
and Larry led the way, mockingl.
: chanting an Irish love-song.
ITO be Continued).
Is He Worth Catching?