Cheraw chronicle. [volume] (Cheraw, S.C.) 1896-2005, 1908-03-05

That's the Irish in you. Dick! You
always manage to say something that
will make the worst case of mad turn
to JOY" she said. removing her big
droopy hat and dangling it by the
strings. That's one reason why
love to be friends with you"
"Then 1t is true that God is good to
the Irish," he laughed. and, subtle as 1t
was, Alicia extracted the compliment
and beamed good nature on him again.
"You see. Dick" she began as If she
were commencing a fairy story to an
incredulous child. 'ft is so-well, it is
such a tremendous comfort to be just
friends with a man."
"Yes," said Dick readily, "I'm friends
with several" ...
"Silly! ! mean for girl. She can
go about with him, ask him to do this
and that for her and feel that she Is
not putting herself under Obligation
If she's only friends with him, where
as, If he's In love with her, he expects
her to marry him and-and 1t just
spoils everything~ ii,s
"T'm jolly glad I'm not sentimsptan,
SAID &.gan Yish i11! 9 t,a @ u AAseH Hseis6s5 a.
long ago" @s "
"You can have sentiment without be-
ing sentimental" she FASTENED to e1-
plain" And for some reason or other a
flush stained her cheeks, and her eyes
dropped.
"It's just as clear as-as mud" Cor
rigan laughed In spite Of his efforts to
be serious.
Alicia's eyes flashed
"See here, Dick Corrigan, I believe
you are making fun Of me. Deep down
In my own heart / know from your
own actions and your whole attitude
toward me that you agree with me-
but just to amuse yourself you make
fun Of me. I'm sure you like me" she
went on. "just as / like you. or you
wouldn't seek me out and want to be
with me day after day. as you do, and
that-that very fact proves to me that
you are in sympathy with my own at
titude. We are friends, and you know
it." she declared challengingly. Then
she rose abruptly from the stone seat
and walked over to the balustrade
with her back toward him. Come,
Pretzel," she said imperatively, as If
calling her dog from a communicating
| influence.
| Corrigan began to whistle very soft
ly to himself while the small Dutch
dog eyed him accusingly.
Alicia" said Corrigan's deep voice
fondly from the depths Of the great
stone seat. He had not moved. And
, right here it might be observed that
Alicia always selected picturesque set
tings for her discourses. The old gar
den. shady and secluded, breathing TO-
nance and the fragrance Of roses, was
ideal-for platonics.
Alicia" repeated Dick when his
| first effort gained no response.
With studied reluctance she turned
| her head
I'D like to ask few questions" he
said, still somewhat indifferently.
'Ill he glad to answer them"
The frigidity Of her tone moved Cor
rigan almost to the point Of turning up
his coat collar, but his better judgment
prevailed.
"This old guy, Plato he was be-
ginning as he walked toward her.
"Dickw
Her glance and tone froze the words.
''I'm sorry" he said contritely.
"But, Alicia, wonder If he ever knew
the most beautiful woman III the
world? I wonder if he could have
been with her almost daily for seven
months? And yet. no, how could he?
He lived B. c."
In spite of herself Alicia dimpled.
ut was beauty Of mind mental excel
lencies. that he admired" she remark
ed wisely.
Perhaps that's what l admire in
you, but somehow doubt it."
"My mental powers are not wholly
I - yofo