The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1907-12-12
Richard in surprise. i've never seer
you here before"

Richard in surprise. i've never seer
you here before"
"But I've seen you"
He gathered his wits together at this
1t made, no difference that she was
pretty and that she was fond OF love
stories. like other girls-he knew her
real self behind this mask Of coquetry
She was really naughty. overbearlng.
pedantic person with string Of aca'
demic degrees tackled on to her name
BE would round up this little matter
without any sentimental nonsense.
"Oh, yes" he said in his dignihed.
legal mannar. You probably refer to
the day you dropped your handker-
chief on my face. Here it is. | am
glad to be able to return it to you.
And here is your college pin also. ]
found it near the fence where you had
been carving your initials"
He handed both souvenirs to her
with cold solemnity he had difficulty
in convincing himself was genuine.
The girl looked at the pin carefully.
glanced up at Richard moment IN
perplexity and then burst out laugh
ing.
'sThank you" she said finally. recov-
ering herself. "But why do you i'm
agine the pin belongs to me?"
Richard explained with elaborate
pride how he had traced the mono
gram on the fence. the pin and the
handkerchief.
81 cannot be mistaken, Miss Tudor"
he finished confidently. "You see. l
discovered your identity some time
ago. You did carve the initials on the
fence, didn't your
eyes"
"And you did drop the handkerchief
over my eyes?"
''It blew out Of my hand"
Same thing. And you are stopping
at the Sea Cliff, aren't your"
eyes"
Richard made gesture expressive
of the futility Of stating further evil
dence.
The girl made an effort to check her
amusement.
81 will take up your points in Sc
ouence," she announced, with mock
gravity, looking at him with a frank
ness so charming that he forgot his
dislike of her and smiled back indul-
gently.
First, 1 did carve the initials in the
fence, but they were the initials OF the
girl who was with me; second, it was
she who lost the pin, and, third, the
initials on the handkerchief are not
n. T."
Then you are not Helen Tudor'?'
exclaimed Richard, with such evident
relief that the girl burst out laughing
again. "And you don't write clever
theses and tack A Ms on to your
name?"
The girl shook her head.
Richard took up her handkerchief,
which was lying in her lap.
'It certainly looks like b. T. to me"
he said, examining the monogram
closely. IT am not yet convinced"
The girl handed him the water soak
ed novel, open at the fly leaf.
ITO Theodore Harnett," he read
aloud.
He took out his pencil and began
scribbling beneath the inscription. The
girl looked over his shoulder.
Theodore, adore you That was
as far as his foolishness had a chance
to go, for in a fash Theodore had
snatched the book from his hands and
sped like deer over the rocks.
Come back tomorrow" he called
"and tell me how the story ends"
And she did-and not only that day
but the next and the next, until the
end of their own story, like that In the
water soaked novel, came with the
asking Of a question and an answer
short, but sweet.
"But, oh, how near you came to
marrying 81. T., didn't you, Richard?
laughed Tbeodora bewitchingly. "Well
she's welcome to all the A. Ms and
other degrees she deserves. I'm hap
py with Just Y. D."
There's one degree that's yours by
nature, little maid Of arts" said
Richard lovingly. Cupid must have
conferred it on you at your christening
It isn't acquired from books, not even
from water soaked novels"