The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1908-08-05
empty drawing room at II CLOCK at
night enjoying the illusion for brief


hour"
mo" said Vincent, softly, 81 don't
think it was vain; I think it was the
most natural thing in the world, and
and I'm glad you did it," he ended,
rather lamely.
The secretary laughed, and l Won
dered what there was about the sound
that made Vincent rave over it. Then,
as his eyes wandered to her hair, he
sighed.
why slightest thou, oh, furnace?"
she smiled at him.
Il was just thinking about some
thing"
about what?"
'You don't want to hear?"
"Ah! But dol"
"All right, then" He turned on her
swiftly. II was just looking" he said,
at your hair. I'll bet the angels have
halos like that"
The secretary blushed. Its horrid
hair" she said, giving it vindictive
little pull that only brought it to a
more charming disarray. Il hate the
color of it. Why. when was a child
never could bear to have the heroines
of the fairy tales have shining head
of golden hair, and used to think
mine was gold. and one day when
said SO and was told, No, your hair is
red, not gold,' i cried for days after
ward"
You poor little thing!" he said, his
face as full OF sympathy as if those
tears had just been shed. And for the
life of her the secretary couldn't help
her lip trembling, though she knew it
was absurd and was very much
ashamed of herself Vincent broke the
silence first I'VE might do a little
on the Dead Barons of Wyclihoff, ;"
he suggested. 1t was evident that our
affair of last night was uppermost in
his mind, for his air was very alb
stracted
No, thank you, my lord. This is
my evening off. am no longer Miss
Marsh, the secretary, but Miss Marsh,
the lady of leisure"
81 didn't think of it as work, and 1
thought perhaps you didn't, either,
WASl we ulO ~ LOSelISI.
Little boys shouldn't think; it's a
bad habit she said, severely; be
Sides you talk like Il in the Dolly Dia.
logues'"
At this Vincent's face grew desper-
ate, and | saw that she had goaded
him into asking her the question that
had been on his mind all day, and l
nearly fell off the sofa in my efforts
to hear without being seen.
DO II" he said. We'll, that's be-
cause I've something I've been want
ing to ask you all day long. It's some
thing very personal, and. of course,
I've no right-that is you won't think
so,' the boy was stumbling pitifully,
but I've got to know; it's so hard to
believe that you would do it deliber-
ately. Is it true?"
Lord Wilfred," said the girl,
| Strengthening up, you must speak
more clearly if you want me to under
stand what you have been saying"
It's this" said Lord Wilfred, facing
her abruptly and terribly in earnest
Someone told me last night that you
were married woman. Is it true?"
could not see the face of the sec.
rotary, but l could not help perceiving
the ring of truth in her voice.
I'm not married." she said, simply.
II told Mr.. Terhune so because |
wanted to disabuse him of false i'm.
preston he was laboring under. But
what is it to your"
This" said Wilfred, and he leaned
toward her suddenly and grasped her
hands and put his face within an inch
of her-I could see by the freight its
look of determination and ineffable re-
lief. The secretary gave little cry
and drew back. | conjectured that
Wilfred was on the point of making
an irretrievable ass Of himself, so l
interrupted proceedings by knocking
book off the sofa and rising to my
feet. At the first sound of the book
falling the two had jumped to their
feet and stood, the girl shrinking close
to Wilfred and Wilfred with his arm
thrown around her.
who goes there?" he said, sternly
~ he discovered my figure in the
gloom, and "Ah!-it's you, Terhune,' "
as came into the circle OF light, in a
tone hope may never hear from him
again.
AS the secretary saw who it was she
sprang away I'D was gone from the
room in a second.
WE'LL he said. with sheer, as the
curtains closed behind her, caves
dropper, meddling as usual What
can | do for you?"
TO be continued.)
If you take Kodol in the beginning