Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1907-05-08
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close to the CRATE. sat down In one
and she In the other. With a con
tented sigh she rested her blue-slip-
pered feet on the brass fender.
MY one regret is that ! haven't
any shoes. What an adventure!"
IT'S fine!" Two hours in the soci-
ETY. of this enchanting creature! 1t
was almost too good to be true. All,
If 1t might always be like this-to re-
turn home from the days work, to be
greeted warmly by woman as beauti-
full as this one! l sighed loudly.
Moriarty came with the chicken and
ham and coffee.
IF ye would like. 1t won't be bit
Of trouble to show We George Wash
ington's room; or"-with inimitable
Irish drollery-"I can tell We that he
dined in this very room"
That will serve,' smiled the girl;
and Moriarty bowed himself out.
His departure was followed by the
elatter of silver upon porcelain. OF
a truth, both of us were hungry.
Il was simply ravenous," the girl
confessed.
"And as for me, never dreamt
could be so unromantic. Now" said
l, pushing aside my plate, and drop
ping sugar into my coffee, and vainly
hunting in my pockets for cigar,
there remains only one mystery to
be cleared up"
"And what might this mystery be?"
she asked. "The whereabouts of the
bogus Haggerty?"
TIE bogus Haggerty will never
cross our paths again. He has skipped
by the light of the moon. No, that's
not the mystery. Why did you tell
me you we're an impostor; why did
you go to the cellars with me, when
all the while you were at the ball on
Mrs Hyphen-Bonds' invitation?"
She leaned on her elbows and
smiled at me humorously.
Would you really like to know,
Signor? Well, was an impostor.'
She sat with her back to the fire, and
weird halo of light seemed to sur
round her and frame her. Mrs. Hy-
phen-Bonds accidentally dropped that
invitation in my studio, a few days
before she sailed for Europe I SIM
ply could not resist the temptation.
That is all the mystery there is"
"And they still think you were there
you are no longer mystified?"
Eyes; there is yet another mystery
to solve: myself" l knew it. With
out rhyme and reason, was in love;
and without rhyme or reason, was
glad of it,
Shall you ever be able to solve
such mystery quizzically.
1T all depends upon you"
"Mr. Comstalk, you will not mar
the exquisite humor of our adventure
by causing me annoyance. am sure
that some day we shall be very good
friends But one does not talk of love
on eight hours acquaintance. Besides,
you would be taking advantage of my
helplessness; for really depend upon
you to see me safe back to New York.
1t is only the romance, the adventure;
and such moonlight nights often SUI
perinduce sentimeAtality. What do
you know of me? Nothing. What do
/ know of you? Nothing, save that
there is kindred spirit which is al
ways likely to lead us into trouble,
Down in your heart you know you are
only temporarily affected by moon
shine. Come, make me toast! lift
ing her cup.
you are right" said I. Il am
gentleman. But 1t was only consist
ent that, having been the fool, l
should now play the ass. Here's!"
and held up my cup.
But neither Of us drank; there
wasn't time.
For the door opened quietly, and TN
walked the two men we had seen upon