The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1907-01-07

"WhGt likeness? ?" he asked sharply
glanced away across the long sweep Of
tan covered drive stretching between
the trees. Then he glanced furtively
back.
''By the way" he said quickly, you
wanted me for something's" The mem
DRY of her earlier suggestion came as a
sudden boon.
She lifted her muff again and smell
ed her roses thoughtfully. ooh, it was
nothing, really" she said. You sar-
castle people give very shrewd sugges-
tons sometimes, and I've been rather
wanting a suggestion on an-an adven-
ture that I've had" She looked down
at her flowers with a charmingly atten-
tive air
But Chilcote's restlessness had in
creased. Looking up, she suddenly
caught the expression, and her own
face changed.
my dear Jack" she said softly,
what a bore 1 am! Let's forget tedi-
Gus things and enjoy ourselves" She
leaned toward him caressingly with an
air OF concern and reproach.
The action was not without effect.
Her soothing voice, her smile, her al
most affectionate gesture, each carried
weight. With a swift return of assur-
ance he responded to her tone
Right he said Right! We will
enjoy ourselvesw He laughed quickly
and again with a conscious movement
lifted his hand to his mufT1pr
Then Wen postpone the advice?"
Lillian laughed too
Eyes. Right! Wen postpone it." Ths
word pleased him, and he caught at it,
1--WE won't bother about it now, but
we won't shelve it altogether. Well
postpone it,
Exactly" She settled herself more
comfortably You'll dine with me one
highland we can talk it out then. 1
see so little of you nowadays" she
added in a lower voice
"NIy dear girl. you're Unfair Chill
cote'S spirits had risen. He spoke rap
idly, almost pleasantly. 1T isn't l who
keep away. It's the stupid affairs Of
the world that keep me- I'd be with
you every hour of the twelve if had
my way"
She looked up at the bare trees. Her
expression was a delightful mixture Of
amusement, satisfaction and skepti-
cism Then you VIII dine?" she said
at last
Certainly" His reaction to high
spirits carried him forward
ssN~oxx- Ebon v-ro
"a day? Yes; yes-if you like" He
hesitated for an instant, then again the
impulse of the previous moment domi-
mated his other feeling. Yes" he said
quickly; yes. After all, why not fix it
now?" With a sudden inclination to-
ward amiability he opened his over
coat, thrust his hand into an inner
pocket and drew out his enga cement
book-the same long, narrow book fit
ted with two pencils that Loder had
scanned so interestedly on his first
morning at Grosvenor square. He
opened it, turning the pages rapidly.
What day shall 1t be? Thursday
full-and Friday-and Saturday. What
bore" he still talked fast.
Lillian leaned across. What q sweet
book" she said. But why the blue
crosses She touched one of the
pages with her gloved finger
Chilcote jerked the book. then laugh
ed, with touch of embarrassment.
'Oh. the crosses. Merely to remind
me that certain appointments must be
kept. You know my beastly memory
But what about the day? Shall we fix
the day. Els voice was in control,
but mentally her trivial question had
disturbed and Jared him. what day
shall we say" he repeated. Monday
In next week.
Lillian glanced up, with faint ex-
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