The Roswell daily record. [volume] (Roswell, N.M.) 1903-current, 1907-08-17

a good place In Mccarthy's store If
you wanted IT. He pays SOS and his
clerk has Just left"
Brane stared at her with open
mouth, totally unable for the moment
to decide whether or not that limo
cent, sympathetic face masked mis-
chief. Before he succeeded in regain
ing confidence and speech, she had
risen to her feet, holding back her
skirt with one hand.
Really, 1 must CO." she announced
calmly, drawing back toward the slight
opening between the bushes. N
doubt you have lone fully as well as
you could, considering you position
in life; but this has proved another
disappointment. You have fallen, far.
very far, below my ideal. Good-by."
He sprang instantly erect, his cheeks
flushed. please don't go without a
further word. We seem predestined
to misunderstood. I am even willing
to confess myself a foo In the hope
Of some time being able to convince
you otherwise. You have not even
old me that you live here; nor do I
know your name"
She shook her head positively, re-
pressed merriment darkening her eyes
and wrinkling the rne Of her
mouth. ct would be highly improper
to introduce myself to a stranger
we Presbyterians never do that"
But dc you feel no curiosity as 60
who I may be?"
why, not in the least; the though
is ridiculous. How very c~onceited you
must be to imagine such a thing!"
He was not a man easily daunted,
nor did he recall any previous en-
barrassment in the presence Of a
young m But now Ne confronted
something utterly unique; those quiet
eyes seemed to loo straight through
him. His voice faltered sadly, yet
succeeded in asking: Are we, then,
never to meet again? Am I to under.
stand this to be your wish?"
She laughed. Really, cir, I am not
aware that 1 have the slightest desire
in the matter. 1 have given it NO
thought, but I presume the possibility
of our meeting again depends largely
upon yourself, and the sort of society
you keep. Surely you cannot expect
that 1 would seek such an opportu-
nity?"
He bowed humbly. you mistake
my 1 merely meant to ask
If there was not some possibility of
our again coming together socially-in
the presence of mutual friends"
ooh, 1 scarcely think so; I do not re
member ever having met any soldiers
at the social functions here-except-
ing officers. We are extremely ex.
elusive in Glencaid," she dropped him
a mocking courtesy, "and 1 have al
ways moved in the most exclusive
set"
Piqued by her tantalizing manner,
he asked, What particular social
possibly open a passage into your
guarded presenter"
She seemed immersed in thought,
her face turned partially aside. "Un-
fortunately, l have not my list of en-
gagements here" and she glanced
about at him shyly. 81 can recall only
one at present, and 1 am not even Ger
tain-that is, l do not promise-to at
tend that. However, L nay do SO.
The Miners Bachelor club gives a re-
ception and ball tomorrow evening in
honor of the new schoolmistress."
What is her manner" with respon-
sive eagerness.
She hesitated, as if doubtful of the
strict propriety of mentioning it to a
stranger.
miss Phoebe Spencer" she said,
her eyes cast demurely down.
"Ah!" he exclaimed, in open tri-
umph; "and have 1, then, at last made
fair capture of your secret? You are
Miss Phoebe Spencer"
She drew back still farther within
the recesses of the bushes, at his sin.
gle victorious step forward.
81? Why certainly not. I ana mere
ly Miss Spencer's star pupil, so you
may easily judge something of what
her superior attachments must neces.
sarily be. But I am really going now,
and L sincerely trust you will be able
to secure a ticket for tomorrow night;
for If you once meet this Miss Spencer
you will never yield another single
thought to me, Mr.-Mr.-" her eyes
dancing with laughter-"F1rst Lieut.
Donald Brant."