Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1909-05-13

you all the time, whether you are fresh
or tired, pleasant or not pleasant, sue
: cessful or Det"
Fresh or tired pleasant or not pleas
] ant, successful or not Then he
+ laughed a little jarringly, she thought
But what do you know about it. after
all? You never loved like that, did
your
She looked at him with startled, al
most guilty, eyes, and Hetherington
had a queer feeling Of having entered
unwittingly into sanctifed presence.
He rose and walked around the room
aimlessly for a few minutes. Then he
said he had some nasty experiments to
make and maybe she would not want
to stay, although he rather looked as
though he would have liked to have
her.
But she left and then sat at her win
dow watching his shadow move TO and
fro as 1t fell against the trees OF the
garden. Suddenly she heard a splutter
ing explosion and a strange cultural
cry. For a CHASTITY second she watched
but his shadow did not come back.
Then she grabbed her water pitcher,
fun, happily, and the heavy rug on the
floor and ran into his room. She flung
the door open upon a thin blur Of
flame and Pickering tongues reaching
like dancing imps here and there in
midair and through it all something
l;Iyo n br1d1ad 6o,1ra IN 4ba aoor TIN
went the water ahead of herself and
over herself and then the rug over the
figure, and with a strength she hardl.
dared to think could be in her tense
muscles she dragged it out toward the
hall. Then, wrapping her skirts around
herself with a quick turn, she tore
down the burning portieres that
screened the laboratory from the den,
and, finding the hose attached to the
hydrant, she set the spray over herself
and over the room.
By this time the others had come.
But it was really all over. She stag
gered out to look at Hugh. His eyes
were closed, his face blackened.
rs he dead? Oh, is he dead?' she
said weakly.
Then, covering her face with her
burned hands as if fearing the an
swer, she sank down in a white heap |
beside him.
The next day Hugh, who, though |
singed and stunned, had been little !
hurt, sat beside her and held her band /
aged hands.
He watched the play of her fea-
lures as he talked to her, and it seemed
to him like watching an unfolding
flower. He caught himself wondering
again and again at some newly discOv-
cred charm. What deep, fine eyes!
What a singularly sweet and unaf-
fected smile! What an intimate gen
tleness in her voice!
Mrs. Hetherington said one morning:
How charming you are in that pale
yellow wrapper You are quite trans
formed" And she passed her hand
tenderly over the girl who had saved
her last child to her.
Hugh said, "She is Cinderella, and
the fairy godmother has shaken the /
magic tree over her"
And he did not know just yet that
the magic which was touching her
and him, too, was older even than
fairy godmOthers.
He spent his spare moments now
trying to please her, even as she had
once tried to please him. He told her
over and over again that it was her
wit and her speed and her dear burned
hands that saved his life after his stu
pidity with the ether and the colo
dion. q
"Ah, mol" she would say. ut was an
inspiration. 1 am not a bit brave Of
myself"
do you remember" he said one day,
your test Of love-"
She blushed a little this time. "You
never told me-" he went on, whether
you ever loved any one that way or
not"
She did not answer.
do you think that you couldT
He thought he saw a smile fit over
the face, bent away from him though
1t was, and he took her hands that
were now healed, though still Scared
4 little.
She raised her head and looked at
him, and Hetherington suddenly knelt :
down before her and kissed her hands
and then he drew her head down to
him and kissed her on the lips.
Charm Against Nightmare.
No man would willingly invoke the
horrors of nightmare, and It may there
fore be Of interest to know that in
East Anglia q way has been discov-
cred Of averting this dreaded terror
A correspondent in an old number oe
London Notes and Ouertas v,,ritas.