The Prescott daily news., 1907-11-16
TAKEN BY
 STORM
By FREDA CARROLL
s-rIgbt by Daily Story Pub. Col

n. vol for the past two hours he pas pa heen sitting on the deck of an p'u liner endeavoring to frame a Nes osal of marriage, but instead of r,p '..ao so persisted in answering the use commonplace questions of his u su,nanion. whom he half fancied was ,'.oing for time This was their last n,aht out, tomorrow morning the e.uer would dock. Storm would Vat,rue his journey overland to Cali
 .n;o while. Yvonne Waldron, who s.s .,ded him in forming a most for usa, friendship, with her pretty. gay. 's;o lttle self, would remain in New York. ats He only knew that she was wear ir, the deepest and purest of mourn ing.
 yvonne was returning to her own oountry after two years of constant ,.ov.l She was twenty-five years o,a hut looked scarcely twenty. She u,s accompanied by her maid only, and met Lloyd Storm her first day out from Liverpool, his place at dinner ho,ng next to hers at the Captain s table.
 With womans intuition she knew that Storm loved her, she had meant he should from the first. Stealing a sacrst glance at him as he sat beside her in the moonlight she knew that even then proposal was trembling on his lips. Suddenly his eyes caught hers and she quickly lowered her lashes. A wicked thought darted into her busy brain.
 "Why don't you light a cigar" she asked in an emotional little voice that could not possibly sound matter of fact
 "The smoke will blow into your face" he said.
 T should not have minded for once tomorrow night you won't have to bother about me. wonder If we shall ever see each other again?" she medi tated audibly,
 Come and walk with me-" he said abruptly They reached a deserted part of the deck and stood looking down into the rushing black water Yvonne played her last trump. Shiver ing bit nearer to him she laid hei hand on the rail. broad gold band gleaming on the telltale finger. Over whelmed by desire, he placed his owr protectingly over 1t.
 "Why do you wear that ring now?' hs asked
 Why should l not?" she replied Is 1t not the usual thing for a married woman to do?' she asked, lifting hel eyes and gently turning her hand ir hfs until their palms kissed. Con Quering fierce longing to take hei n his arms. wife or widow. he went or with apparent calmness: But you are widowed surely. your mourning your loneliness"
 Following a purely physical impulse she lifted her eyes tranouilly to his asking:
 Are you one who believes a woman IS Just what she seems to be. Do you eeieve that just because a woman IS married she should avoid all atten uons from other men7 Do you admit 10 harboring that hopelessly antiquat eu idea, that exploded notion. that 8 married woman should have no friend snip With man she happens to be arawn to? Do you consider it a so cal error, a breach of etiquette, fol married woman to accept the atten uohs or man friend? Such beliefs are ancient history. If you think them questionable, l surely do not" was 'ne bewlldering assertion.
 storm looked long and earnestly in o the lovely fascinating face of the Attle girl beside him.
 Are you disappointed in me-" she asked penitently.
 Doh put 1t that way, you cant be ie'e what you say you do," he nut .e'eu, Stlll half dazed at her startling theories.
 | wanted you to be especially good 'O me tonight, our last evening togeth % sne said, impulsively pressing hel een against his hand as it remained "NpiHs hers on the rail- But you e cross. she went on, with an un. S'akaole sound of tears In her 'oyd storm shut his teeth hard to- sssrer, r,s If Yvonne was another man s oa must not be his privilege to ov 'or, her. T must be cross to you ranl snail be something that I may s,e' later, he answered unsteadily. hia "eeung her challenging gaze with T true unshrinking eyes, he said :. i, uti''ed into paradise I thought, but to," was all a mistake, must learn to 'o.set You, Yvonne."