The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1907-11-06
Game Of
Hearts and the
Rubber....
BY Martha Cobb Sanford
Copyrighted. 1907, by c. II. suteNne.
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creature that ever breathed Every
body admitted that. How she had ever
managed 10 get past the twenties with
out yielding TO the numerous sleges
laid to her heart was Il matter of com.
mon wonder Now that the momentous
eve Of her thirtieth birthday had ar
rived Leonora herself was wondering
| about IT,
She thought of the faithful Rob and
sighed. She thought of the impulsive
Jack and laughed outright she thought
of the imperous Roland and lifted her
] eyebrows They We're remarkably beau.
| tiful eyebrows, and the eyes that look
ed frankly into hers out of the mirror
were bewitchingly merry and brown.
Fer Il few moments Leonora brushed
her NAVY hair vigorously. Then she
| twlned II into long thick braid said
! good night and goodby to the twenty
nine year old girl In the mirror, turned
out the light and jumped into bed.
Bother the whole buneh!' she mutter-
ed sleepily I'm never going TO think
of them again"
| But she did. At least, go where she
would in her dreams, the persistent
Rob followed her his wistful admitting
| eyes fastened upon her until ii seemed
as If she could not stand Ii n moment
longer. Then Jack would appear from
seemingly nowhere and without any
| polite prelln1inaries or regard for the
curious people around them, would be
gin to tell her how he loved her, how
he lived hut for sight of her, how he
Suddenly exit Jack and enter Roland,
the autocrat
Il don't like the looks of that man
who was with YOU just now. my dear"
was his ultimatum. a don't want you
to have anything more TO do with him.
Come; we will be married Immediately,
| wont stand any more triiling." And
then oh. then the rain began to pour
In torrents, and the wind blew II gale.
and she was all alone. aud she lost her
rubber while crossing muddy street,
and we'll, SO 1t went ON and on through
the night
In the morning the doctor was called.
Leonora had a high fever and other
alarming symptoms.
Are you subject to attacks like
these?" asked the young physician In
his most professional manner.
"Ncver remember having had Il doe
tor before in my life" Lconora answer
ed. smiling feebly. Then, Il flash of her
true miscellaneous self narng up for a
moment, she added. but | think I'm
going to enjoy ii. You're so amusing
ly young and serious. Or. florence"
Perhaps 1t was just ms well for Leo.
nora that sharp pain In her side pre-
vented her from expressing her obser.
yations more freely
When the pain had passed the doctor
resumed his cross questioning.
''Do you recall any way you may
have taken cold?' He put the ques-
tion this time in an Almost jocular
tone.
That's better" commented Leonora.
.'rhe pain? I'm glad"
mo: | meant the-never mind What
was 1t you askedi"
DR. Terrence repeated the question
"Oh, yes. Why, | lost my rubber
yesterday in the rain. Can you take
Gaia hv wo,,ing inc, ana foo,,u
The physician refused 10 commit
himself. Before Leonora could get
chonca ia npsb bar tnouirv sha faund
ber mouth enectivelv stonned NV =
clinical thermometer.
That evening pr Torrenco colled
opain He founa his natient NOT ouite
so we'll and far loss frisky
"It,s hoon snch an ondlo,s DIV ;, s,o
told him .tba drooriest eyor know
In NV ,ife and no my hir,bdoyw
ar daoar.t ,aol, Iroa,.,, u,i,,, OH ,,os.
beautiful flowers no,ding tbair can.
combinations
.congrotulotionss oonnro ,ro,ned
"Dr Torranco Pm thirty veore old"
Tho doctor gave Won't Ia haortv
,on,h
"you lao,, obout siVtoenn la .,s,vor.
oil raIlantlv
GENERA euehed foi,,Iy ot fine cou.
nI,,nont ur,od ono ~ hor lo,., hroid.
th,t lov oyar ber shonI,,.r and dronnnd
II AGAIN we,ri,v
.Jts an ,v,fui ,ro.,od,r che II,
fo,,ned mir, .yop can,t onnroo,oto
II"
az ,ho,,oi,t an ,hroo voors ,,,o "ha
ons,erod .,niIl,. =, h.,. ,,o,tt,, .brt
I,ve fopnd ont ylnca l ,y,s ,nistoton
WIN vo,,r. mot h.oinnt., to Iivo
nv door,
IN. l,st two words Ia. fe,t -, l,hor,y
to add bv vtrtn. of his thraa vears.
seniority nlts his nrofassinr,, rriv.
ileges
"pcr,ufns 81 si.,bed conoro "onlv
| feel more MS II / were going ia die"
Iudead far IN. uayt fo,v d.yc n |
looked as though her pathetic prophecv
might provr only too true Al last
after n hard fight the drcod nneu-
monla was CONQUERED and the DAYS Of
convaleseenee dawned none too bright.
~ lint surely