The Somerset reporter., 1907-05-09
that was reminiscent.

that was reminiscent
Roger broke off viciously the piece of
honeySuekle vine that had been tickling
the back of his neck
There were perhaps other things
i that appealed TO you more" coldly
You know | prefer rowing" insln-
uatingly.
perhaps. If Harding had been well
enough to do the rowng-not that
believe he's sick enough to amount to
anything" refusing to give an iota Of
doubt rs to Hardins's general duplic-
ity of nature.
lie talked out Of his head-all about
n 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 a joy to
any soul
That's exactly what thought be
was raving about" hotly-"al about
loving girl
at was evidently n very nice girl
he called her dearest think he even
referred to her as-er-an angel" The
chldishness 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 its dignity to dispense and
walked across the lawn toward the
gate, its hands stubbornly in its peck
cts.
Roger leaned over the gate discon
solately. She had seemed so different
the last time they had been on the
river. She had really come SO near
saying everything he wanted her to
say that be had walked around for
He tried to possess his soul in pa
tience. waiting for the next evening
when she had promised to so with him
on the river and perhaps say exactly
what he wanted her to say. Roger
considered it a piece Of malignity of
fate that Harding that idiot Harding
should have been taken so i'll. or at
Fl,
violently i'll. The soreness of his heart
added 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 eambered over the
hedge the effect Of the soft breeze that
gradually famed some of the heat
from his brow -something induced him
to saHnter slowly toward the veranda
Cynthia had probably, he thought, had
time to finish her letter In the half
hour that had elapsed.
lie saw that she was fast asleep
Evidently she had not been worrying
much. There was a note conspicuously
addressed and conspicuously pinned on
a rufiie of the rose colored cushion.
He reached for 1t with an eagerness
he would never have allowed the wax
ing Cynthia 10 behold Perhaps. after
ALL she might he amenabe to reason
Ing; her somewhat Eighty nature might
gain Sobriety from contact with him
Cynthia with SLIGHT addition of sobri
ety-he gave sigh that intimated Ii
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" 1t 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. a mere matter of tenn
permanent | suppose. If you prefer
calling yours righteous Indignation
don't mind. Mine can still go under
the name of plain temper
lie was really sick. Roger, and the
girl he raved about he called Helen.
am awfully fond of rowing and am
ready to 90 on the river any time.
whether the sun Is shining broiIng
hot or the moon as 1t was the other
night Just as soon as your righteous
indignation Gains down To n degree
that would make 1t safe for a 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 rutfies.
Wake up, Cynthia" he whispered.
I'm in r. heavenly frame of mind"