Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1909-01-01
CHAPTER I.

Rat sort OF thing; they say it because
thev think it pleases other people"
The rocking chair ceased to rock, its
occupant contemplated gentleman who
sat very close to it. Lillian Lauriston
who had recently shown signs of sleepi-
ness. was now very wide awake indeed.
Kennedy Galbraith became aware of a
sudden deepening of her eyes; they
seemed to change from blue to violet
She was quite young girl, not out
vet, Just II, with rounded cheeks and a
dazzling smile. She was smiling now in
a charming, youthful way; her dimples
were accumulated, her full, red lips re-
Taxed Galbraith was fifteen years older
than she was; had travelled, was a man
of the world, had lived and loved-loved
many a time and oft.
Now he loved again, with what he be-
lieyed to be entirely new sensations. This
girl was not like the others. She was
fresh from the schoolroom, heartwhole,
innocent as child. He called her
"Baby," and loved to watch her wax in
dignant when the nickname fell on her
ear. OF late new idea had come to
him He felt it to be particularly lumi-
nous. She was no longer a child, she
was a prospective heiress; she might be
considered seriously He proceeded to
consider her very seriously indeed. and
lost no time in commencing the cam
paign.
IF l win her I win what | hardly
thought the world held-a girl unsDoilt
by fattery, unusual to deceit" he re-
flected; "a girl who has not been taught
to angle for husband. Besides"-the
besides" doomed very large-"she is
rich, and | must have a rich wife"
He leant forward with his chin in his
hands, and returned her steadfast gaze.
He wondered whether she was noting his
good looks. Nobody had ever questioned
these; she could not well miss them.
Perhaps they accounted for her smile.
1t was, however, rather mischievous
than admiring; her eyes danced with
merriment.
you know all about it, better than I
do,' she said. But I'll 90 as far as l
can. Let me see. There was Lady Vio-
let West, you remember her, and Sybil
Gray, and Jennie Hart, who came from
Devonshire; and the girl with the red
hair and the gown you called artistic
How angry. you were with me when I
said it was baggy thing! But it was
baggy-it did not touch her anywhere.
And there was the widow with the
bright eyes; | never saw brighter eyes,
though l heard her tell you that she had
nearly cried them out How sweet her
frocks were, and how she sighed! And"
MY dear girl, whoever are you talking
about2 %
That's what don't quite know my
self. Her name has escaped me, but YOU
know whom l mean. And there have
been ever so many Others; I couldn't
count them. Yet-yet you try to firt
with meme, girl who isn't even out
yeti Why, it is qupite ridiculous! l
don't like it a little bit. It is silly to
lie here and listen to such nonsense all
about my lovely eyes and my pretty
smile and the rest. 1t is waste of time
When-when we might be playing ten
mis-"
But, Lii, it is too hot or tennis; and
the best game in the world would not
give me half the pleasure l get out of
looking at you"
You are very selfish, you only think
OF yourself. How about poor little me {?
You might consider that 1 prefer tennis
TO looking at people. You nearly sent
me TO sleep until-until you got really
TOO absurd. Then"
Then you had to rouse yourself to
listen"
e! didn't half hear. What were You
sayingH"
The rose-color in her cheek deepened
Just a trifle, for he had risen and stood
looking down at her. She closed her
eyes, and he noted the darkness of her
eeyelashes and the fiuttering of the white
lbs. She satisfied his aesthetic taste
completely.
l ask for nothing better than to be
allowed to say it all over again. said
ne. With your permission of course"
~, Inc dlmples deepened. Lii was amused.
ms ar OF submission that he assumed
suddenly was so greatly opposed to his
usual style. He was wont to address
her as child. What was amiss? She
shot quick glance at him from beneath
nus nearly closed, and was conscious of
new and not altogether unpleasant
sensation. She was grown up. He &C.
Ahowledged it at last. Something had
convinced him of o fact he had been
iiemarkably slow to recognize Perhaps
II was the dress she wore on the pre-
Eio9s day when he dined at the Chase.
Ferhaps it was on account of Celestine
having done her hair in such an imposing
IaShlon. Whatever the cause, the result
was emlnently satisfactory.
10 on, Cousin Kent" she said, in her
crisp, little way. And Kennedy Gal
oralth went on. He told her great
many things about herself that came
with the agreeable shock of novelty. She
ulu not believe that she was the pref
Iest girl in the world, she did not even
peileVe that he believed it; but it was
gear that he considered her attractive
ana good-looking, and old enough to be
TOD so. She felt as though she had
taken a sudden leap from childhood into
Womanhood.
r,S Che had been playing cricket with
nlly ,yesterday-Billy Daryl, only a
year older than herself. They had quar-
Ieied as usual-quarreled SO desperately
mat ne had forgotten his manners and
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