The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1907-07-26

believe he's sick enough to amount to
anything" refusing to give an iota Of
doubt as to Harding's general duplic-
ity of nature.
He talked out of his head-all about
a girl" She shamelessly broke all
rules of etiquette as to confidence be-
tween nurse and patient.
Rogers increased scOwl annihilated
the possibility of belief that he ever
had been or ever could be joy to
any soul.
That's exactly what 1 thought he
was raving about" hotly-"all about
loving girl"
1T was evidently a very nice girl
he called her dearest-I think lie even
referred to her as-er-an angel" The
childishness of her smile seemed insult
ficient cause for the symptoms Of apo
pleXy Roger was exhibiting.
And you sat there all the morning
and let that idiot make love to you
His sentence was swallowed in a snort
of disgust.
Cynthia glanced at the writing PAD
near her, wondering if it would not be
salutary to Rogers manners if she for
got his existence and wrote letters the
rest of the morning.
IS the scratching of her pen became
more noticeable the audience thought
it owing to it's dignity to dispense and
walked across the lawn toward the
gate, its hands stubbornly in its peck
cts.
Roger leaned over the gate discOn-
solat2ly. She had seemed 50 different
the last time they had been on the
river She had really come so near
saying everything he wanted her to
say that he had walked around for
hours aftcrward in Il state of ecstasy.
He tried to possess his soul in pa
! tience, waiting for the next evening,
when she had promised to go with him
on the river and perhaps say exactly
/ what he wanted her to say. Roger
considered it 4 piece of malignity of
! fate that Harding-that idiot Harding
/ should have been taken so i'll, Or at
least should have pretended he was so
violently i'll. The soreness of his heart
added a suggestion that Cynthia prob
/ ably jumped at an escape from giving
/ him the answer he was so anxious for.
/ The pleasant OdOr from the honey
suckle vines that clambered over the
/ hedge, the effect Of the soft breeze that
/ gradually famed some Of the heat
from his brOw-something induced him
TO saunter slowly toward the veranda.
Cynthia had probably, he thought, had
time to finish her letter in the half
/ hour that had elapsed
He saw that she was fast asleep.
/ Evidently she had not been worrying
much. There was a note conspicuOusly
addressed and conspicuOusly pinned on
a ruftie Of the rose colOred cushion.
He reached for it with an eagerness
he would never have allowed the wax
ing Cynthia to behold. Perhaps, after
all, she might he amenable to reason
ing; her somewhat Eighty nature might
gain sobriety from contact with him.
Cynthia with q slight addition of sObri-
ety-he gave a sigh that intimated it
was more bliss than one man could
properly realize. His fingers were nerv-
Gus as he tore the note from its envel-
Ope.
Joy Of my SOUL it ran, your moods
are truly a delight. They afford all
kinds of opportunities for studies in
human nature. After all, we are rath-
er much alike, mere matter Of tenn
permanent l suppose. If you prefer
calling yours righteous Indignation l
don't mind. Mine can still go under
the name of plain temper.
He was really sick, Roger, and the
girl he raved about he called Helen.
am awfulIy fond of rowing and am
ready to go on the river any time.
whether the sun is shining brOiling
hot or the moon as it was the other
night. just as soon as your righteous
Indignation Gains down to a degree
that would make it safe for person
to get within ten feet of you"
Roger leaned over into the depths of
the hammock, his face we'll mixed with
pink cushion and sleeve ruffies.
"Wake up, Cynthia he whispered.
''I'm in heavenly frame of mind"