Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1907-12-28

eat times l have thought / must be
mad. l am thinking about you every
minute. [ seem to have no other life
save in the thought of you. 1t is like
a possession, a frenzy. The time while
you We're away was a midnight black
ness to me. Nothing seems to me
worth while except you. Is this" she
asked, her voice trembling, Affection
The blood surged to Kinross' face.
| The girl loved him. He was the first
man who had crossed the path OF her
| ~maidenhood. and he had come to her
as a friend and Observation-Disclosures rs
the fairy godmother-and the result
was inevitable. Her fancy was fired,
and she was in love. 1t would not be
fair to take her seriously. 1t was only
a case or propinquity. She would out
grow it as soon as she met other mel
and could form some standards of
measurement and comparison. Ones
first experiences of the divine fire did
not last 1t was merely a preparation
for the more sane and reasonable love
of comparative maturity.
81 am the first friend you v e had,'
he told her, land naturally your feel
ing is intensified because all you are at
present capable of Is concentrated on
one object"
He felt the absurdity Of his cold
blooded analysis as his eyes met the
fire of hers, but he went on:
"Wa.t until you have learned to
know your aunt and others and have
met with many people WHO are kind to
you. and then no one person will so
entirely fill your mind"
They walked on in silence n
thoughtfulness. Kinross felt himself
stirred to the depths of him. and yet
what his own feelings toward her
might be he did not even stop to con-
slider, so accustomed he was to think
ing of himself as invulnerable.
This. then, was why she had 90 fas-
tened upon his fiprant declaration
that lie Moved" Georgiana! Well. bet
ter that she should think 30. The
sooner would she get I'VE this exag-
Cerated state of feeling toward him,
Though perhaps she must suffer q DIT,
for q few weeks. in the process, poor
little girl! His heart softened to her
with a wonderful tenderness.
evil you tell me something's she
broke in upon his musings. did you
and Miss Ellery v see each other
before you met here?'
mo, Eunice."
"E;ut she spoke Of you when you
were away, calling you DR.. Kinross.'
"she knows of me-"
"Are you, then, a man Of fame" she
inquired with interest, though her
voice had a note of melancholy deeper
than her habitual ~pensiveness.
",Not outside the village in which I
live, Eunice."
File saw that she was looking deeply
perplexed.
What was 1t G%eorgiana said of DR..
Kinross?'" he inquired. not without a
sneaking feeling that he was taking a
mean advantage of G%eorgiana.
Miss Parks. in that picturesque way
she has Of speaking. said to Miss Ellery,
You will do him brown And, You
are as good as engaged to him. But
Miss Ellery seemed to have some
doubts about it. She said, 4 am not
so sure"
Her seriousness in repeating their
atsurdities was too much for kinross
he grinned his enjoyment. 'That
was a mere figure of speech on Geor-
g.ana's part-she is quite confident of
'lloing me brown"
"She seemed to have doubts. But IL
treasured her.
ooh, you did! What did you tell her.
Eunice?"
"That you had told me you loved
her"
He shouted a laugh. "You gave me
away, then-told them Pete was DR..
Kinross?"
"No. I thought they must know It.
L couldn't understand"
"What did Georgiana say when you
told her l loved herr"
az didn't wait to hear. II came
away"
Leaving them rs puzzled no doubt
as they left you," he said, growing so
Der with the realization of the pain
In the white, drawn face Of the girl at
his side. How strong her feeling for
him must be when 1t could so over
shadow the great news he had brought
her and the brilliant future before her!
His brain swan for a moment as he
felt all the fascination of her sweet
maidenhood, but he took himself In
hand. II won't undeceive her." he
: said to himself. "I'll explain nothing.
Even If l were in love with her 1t
wouldn't be fair to take advantage OF
her inexperience. Let her think I'm
engaged to Georgiana."
He abruptly changed the subject and
forced her to talk prosaically OF he1
life with her aunt, though his pulses
were bounding with the excitement OF
his discovery, in her naive barring OF
her heart.
And so at length they strolled back
to the FARMHOUSE.
Il (To Be Continued.)