The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1907-06-27

through it all. We even scrappei like
children at the finish" =.
mostly my fault" he owned.
Her laughing gray eyes glanced "
to his.
"No, all your fault" she corrected.
"Marjie, do you really love him.
demanded Jim.
She started violently.
"Why, the idea-what questicn!
Here I came out for friendly little
talk with you, and you're prSving e
regular inquisitor. Do you suppose l
shall ever marry q man l don't love:
Not muchv'
His arm crept softly around her
waist.
"Haven't you any regard for honor?"
she entreated. 1--WE mustn't mean.
you mustn't forget
Honor? repeated Jim slowly. mo.
What do care for honor if I lose you,
Marie? Can't you see that I've loved
you all the time and that it was just
my Internal jealousy and pride that
kicked up the trouble? Yes, I suppose
we were children then, for children
never stop to appreciate their happy
comradeship till too late. But couldn't
we be children again, Marie you and
I-while all the rest are growing up?
Do you remember, it was four years
ago tonight that 1 met you-at the
PrestonJ' box party?
He drew her closer to him. Every
thing favored the contrite lover. The
fragrance Of the hothouse plants blend
ed into a heavy perfume. The Japa-
nese lanterns glowed softly with warm
color harmony.
he gently turned her face from the
shadow to the softly glowing light.
"Do you really love me, Marjie?" he
repeated.
With a gesture Of impatience-or was
| it Of fright?-she arose and threw open
| q window. As she stood gazing into
the night a distant hurdy gurdy struck
up the much worn Good Old Summer
Time" he joined her.
"Do you remember the first time we
heard it together down on the Jersey
shore, Marjie?"
"Do it? Oh, what was saying? It
isn't fair" she implored.
Jim turned unsteadily from the fresh
eninp breeze to the heavy fragrance
within. "Well, I guess it's goodby,
Marjie." He held out his hand.
"Oh, why couldn't p she breathed.
He snatched her to him. "Marjie,
look at me-"
Slowly she raised her eyes, then as
suddenly buried her face In her hands.
"Oh, how could your she gasped,
with frightened cry. u,
Gently he stroked her hair. "rl 60
away and wait If it will do any good" !"
he began feverishly, III you'l-ah, hang
that engagement! Others have discov-
cred their mistake and broken of be-
fore it was too late. Will it do any
good If l wait? Tell me, Marie. I
must knov4
Unresisting, yet shaking violently,
she rested her head against his shoul-
der, but only for an instant. There
was q sound of moving chairs and ap-
preaching voices.
"May come around tomorrow
| night?" he urged as he turned to the
room.
She nodded cart sly, for steps were
close at hand.
I'VE were just lor king for you, Mar
jorie," said her sis,er. .'It's time to
cut the birthday cake. What has kept
you two has-beens so busy out here?
You'll be talked about"
II was just outlining my future
plans" answered Jim, following the
girls to the card room.
you're perfect dears, both Of you,' y
Marjorie was saying to Grace and
Clinton an hour later. "Jimmy's such
a dog in the manger. knew he cared
for me, but that he'd never come to
the point unless some one else butted
in. 1t was such joke to see how
everybody thought Clinton was en-
gagged to little me when big sister was
it the whole time"
Grace sleepily consulted her watch.
1T is getting very late," she com
mented. Suppose you return my ring.
From my first glimpse into the con-
servatory I should Judge that yours
will arrive in a day or two"