News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1909-10-06
DONG SOME THING
DESPERATE,
And After II Was Done Sylvia
Really Felt COntented.
ey JEANNE OLIVE LolzEAUx.

| The moonlight and her beauty SOU
ened the scorn OF her glance when
she saw that it was Max who had
been sent back for her. She sat alone
in Jack Burroughs stalled machine.
Jack and his wife had walked in, be-
ing due at an important function.
Your Sylvia's tone matched the
intention of her glance.
Even |. Sylvia" he replied with a
rueful grin. Fate is sometimes de-
cent. A fellow has to risk what well
come is coming to him"
"It was horrid of the BURROUGHS to
send you. but they had to get to that
dinner, / suppose! My ankle still re-
fuses to let me walk far, or I'd have
| gone with them afoot."
Tall and fair cap in hand, he was
standing with an offered hand to help
her down and into his own little run
about. But she did not move. His
glance followed hers to the cleaning
object held feorfully in her lap He
TOOK both hand and pistol as she ex-
planned.
Jack would leave it when l insist
ed on their going and sending back the
first respectable person they met
Thanks. Are you coming?" He
pocketed the weapon. But she only
removed her big hat and veil.
You know why I'm afraid. You're
worse than pistol. l can't trust you"
Her tone was quite serious. Next
time you ask me to marry you | shall
dol something desperate. l would al
MIDST prefer staying here alone. Oh.
Max. would you, for once. take me
straight home? And behave?' You
used to be nice when we were chill
,dren."
! j"I won't propose, in the car, prom
ise. But | will not take you straight
! lome-its too early-you and the moon
IRE too divinely fair. ] don't want to
behave especially, but since | must
will. ! will vary the program by ask
ing you not Will you have me% but
Why is it that you won't have me?'
Gomez
Finally she reached him her hand,
but without excuse he suddenly took
her in his arms and lifted her to his
car. For few minutes they sped
along with the June breezes freshen-
ing on their faces. At length he spoke
frankly, quietly:
Sylvia, let's talk it over. may
have annoyed you'll may have made
q fool Of myself imploring you to be
mine TINE innumerable, like comic
opera hero with the same old song.
don't know how to say it many ways.
1t all comes to the same thing-mar-
rage or not But l love you"
1t pleased him to be whimsical, and
Sylvia laughed 1t was change from
the dead serious, anyway. He was
never modest about his real worth
He continued
Il lam lovable, too, with an affection
ate disposition. What is the matter,
Sylvia? Please tell me. l will not
ask you again-in the carl promised
and never again at all once l see you
do not love me. You have never fatty
denied that, you know"
tNl ICO LIS ldCc away thlb olS
might speak freely if she would. Not
that she had ever been embarrassed
with him; he wished she bad. At last
she spoke
"You bring this on yourself. I don't
feel polite. You always make me so
irritable and unlovely. l want to fly
when | see you coming. came out
with the Burroughses to be rid of you
and to save them from each others
company. / can't tell you just why it
is, but the sight of you makes me
contrary, and l cannot say what you
want me to-"
Speeding little more, he turned to
her coolly.
''You are never uniovely, Sylvia.
Just how do l irritate your"
They glided on through the soft
dusk between the dark, sweet breath
ing woods and lighter meadow lands
On and on they came, nearer the city
whose myriad lights seemed to flash
toward them from the dim hills.
"And you make me think when 1
don't want to. It's like pushing some
thing away that you do not want to
come too close. / simply don't seem to
want to be married. r. She stopped
short.
SIS that it? OF course you have to
decide that. What is it you do want
in your life. Sylvia? To grow old
alone? Your aunt won't always live.
Do you want to earn your own living?
Do you know Of anything that would
be a satisfactory substitute for mar
ried love? Do you want to study some
art or a ofession-medicine for in
stance? Do you want to be an old
maid and remember that you had a
over who. man and boy. would do
for you, live for you
md with you and give you what hap
Diness he could coax from the scheme |
# things? Don't interest you? Must |
lose my money or must l take sick |
md almost die or save somebody in |
ZONE romantic stunt to make myself |
/ want to know where l
I'm, what can do. Are you tired of |
seeing me about? l might go away a
'ew years. Shall IT' She laughed at
lis ridiculous. half practical, half SEN
mental vein so characteristic of him.
"PerhaDS I am lust too used to YOU.