Charlevoix county herald., 1907-11-16
TAKEN BYSTORM
By FREDA CARROLL
Copyright, by Daily Story Pub. Coz

Lloyd Storm was man Of determi-
nation, yet for the past two hours he
had been sitting on the deck of an
ocean liner, endeavoring to frame a
proposal of marriage, but instead of
doing so, persisted in answering the
utter commonplace questions of his
companion, whom he half fancied was
fencing for time. This was their last
night out, tomorrow morning the
steamer would dock. Storm would
continue his journey overland to Cali
fornia while, Yvonne Waldron, who
had aided him in forming most fer
vent friendship, with her pretty, gay,
chic little self, would remain In New
York.
Yvonne Yas returning to her own
country after two years of constant
travel. She was twenty-five years
old but looked scarcely twenty. She
was accompanied by her maid only,
and met Lloyd Storm her first day out
from Liverpool. his place at dinner
being next to hers at the Captain s
table.
With a woman's intuition she knew
that Storm loved her, she had meant
he should from the first Stealing a
secret glance at him as he sat beside
her in the moonlight she knew that
even then a proposal was trembling
on his lips.
why don't you light cigar?" she
asked in an emotional little voice tina;
could not possibly sound matter OF
fact.
1.-The smoke will blow into your
face" be said.
II should not have minded for once
tomorrow night you won't have tc
bother about me. / wonder If we shall
ever see each other again?" she medi
tated audibly.
Come and walk with me-" he sait
abruptly. They reached a deserted
part of the deck and stood looking
down into the rushing black water
Yvonne played her last trump. SILVER
ing a bit nearer to him she laid hel
hand on the rail, broad gold bant
cleaning on the telltale finger. Over
whelmed by desire, he placed his owl
protectingly over it.
"Why do you wear that ring now?'
he asked.
"Why should I not?" she replied
as it not the usual thing for married
woman to do?" she asked, lifting he
eyes and gently turning her hand il
his until their palms kissed. Con
quering a fierce longing to take he
In his arms, wife or widow, he went OIL
with apparent calmness: "But yol
are widowed surely. your mourning
your loneliness"
Following purely physical impuls'
she lifted her eyes TRANQUILITY to hi
asking:
Are you one who believes a woman
Is just what she seems 40 be? Do yo'
believe that just because a woman
is married she should avoid all atten
lions from other men? Do you admi
to harboring that hopelessly antiquat
ed idea, that exploded notion. that
married woman should have no friend
ship with a man she happens to b
drawn to? Do you consider II a sc
cial efror. a breach Of etiquette, TO
a married woman to accept the after
tons of a man friend? Such belief
are ancient history. II you think ther
questionable, I surely do not" wa
the bewildering assertion.
Storm looked long and earnestly ir
to the lovely fascinating face Of tn
little girl beside him.
Are you disappointed In meT sh
asked penitently.
Don't put It that way, you can't bt
lieve what you say you do" he mu
tered, still half dazed at her startlin
theories.
II wanted you to be especially goo
to me tonight, our last evening togetf
err" she said, impulsively pressing he
cheek against his hand as 1t rename
clasping hers on the rail. But 20
are Cross" she went on, with an vi
mistakable sound Of tears In he
voiA
Lloyd Storm shut his teeth hard t
ssbr II Yvonne was another man