The Democrat-sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1906-1935, 1907-04-04
An Unintentional
Surrender
RY BOB WHITE.

friend Celeste, six months bride
If that is true, must say that you
were lucky enough to draw a prize
in the lottery"
We were seated before a large,
quaint fireplace, in which bla2ed a
jolly wood fire, in Celeste's lovely
new home which was not one bit
stiff and obtrusive in its newness
Celeste was working, as usual, on
some sort Of dainty fancy work. !
was resting!
The clock chimed II.
"Your thoughts must surely be
worth sharing, if they are worth all
those smiles" | suggested.
81 was thinking Of your remarks
on the subject of matrimony," she
said, her smiles breaking out into
a little ripple of laughter EYou
little guessed how peculiarly apt
your quotation was
''You might eniighten me and let
me share your evident apprecia-
tion," l coaxed.
She shook her head, "It would
hardly be fair to Vernon" she OBJ
jected, but / knew from the way
she made this statement that it
was not as final as it appeared.
81 think you ought to tell me-"
l argued, basely falsifying to gain
my point, 'for when my turn
comes it might help me to decide"
"l'he joke of it all was on poor
me, so it really wouldn't be so very
bad of me to tell" Celeste remark
ed, fencing with her convictions.
"Of course not" | assured her,
from selfish motives, having an un-
reasonable desire to hear the story.
81 don't know what ever made
me so foolish and blind" she be-
gan, "but there was a time when !
was quite fond in a way of that
young artist you remember meeting
at Mays about two years ago" She
glanced at me and burst into an
other merry peal of laughter at my
astonished face.
"You certainly selected a curl
Gus method of displaying your af-
fection," | remarked, sarcastically, |
remembering quite distinctly her
icy manner toward the person in
question.
ooh, that was just my abominable
contrariness!" she explained, calm
ly.
81 never breathed a word Of it to
anyone. | couldn't bear to have
anyone guess that I cared the least
bit" she replied, earnestly.
"Thep there was really nothing
serious about it," l commented,
eyes, but there was," she admit
ted, reluctantly. "That is-weIl-
I-T-let him kiss me--twicew
Quite abashed, she blushed vivid
scarlet as she made this confess
sion.
"Why, Celeste" | cried in dis
may. Possibly a kiss is not peni-
Tertiary odense, but the way in
which she told it made it seem
shockingIy naughty,
"Oh, Vernon knows all about that
part of it," she said, quickly, just
the least tiny bit offended at the
way | took the announcement.
"What did he say?' | asked,
with considerable interest,
"Said he hoped it did him a
whole lot of good" she answered,
her eyes full of mischief.
"rhen what happened? ?" | asked,
"Fo Vernon ?"
"No, no. TO the artist?"
"oh, got frightened and
wouldn't see him when he called.
He wrote notes, and | returned
hem unopened"
SIT was rather hard on the art
ST." | murmured, sympathetically,
eyes, it really was" she admitted,
seriously. 81 saw it at last, and
hat is just what got me into
Grape. | hadn't been out anywhere
or a week or two, aud the folks
lad begun to worry about it, so |
inally promised TO go to the next
lance. | didn't suppose he would
Ne there, but he was. That scared
ne was afraid he would try
o talk, but | might have trusted q
lim, lie acted precisely as though
lothing unusual had occurred, only
ie didn't ask to dance with me. / Z
aw then what an idiot | had been, {
nd | was thoroughly disgnsted i
nth myself. wanted to make .
ONE kind of an apology, yet
readed to open the subject again.
It last he came and sat uvWn beside a
1e. ! had been dancing with >
fpruan who bn1 fuef laff ..,a