The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1909-01-05

glanced mp quickly Then she turned
round and favored Cyril with scow
that It we've MADNESS to describe as >
frown
Doesn't seerA TO miss you. doet
she?" she said with coarse laugh.
He turned on her with look thai
checked even the exuberance Of Miss
Mamie Clarendon, and made the oc
cupants Of the boats next to them
wish themselves safely out OF the row
We'll, Won needn't look so sulky
about H." she said in an aggrieved
tone; you don't want her, and she
don't want you, so things couldn't be
better"
The two by the raiiings had never
east glance in his direction, much
to Miss Mamie's relief.
Though the boat had vanished. Hen.
son and the girl In pink still talked on
The little plot had succeeded through
Its absolute naturalness, for, as soon
as they began TO talk to each other,
they made the astounding discovery
that II was the very easiest thing on
earth.
Shall we wait there for my cous-
inY' she suggested. waving her hand
toward two comfortable chairs fur.
ther back on the grass. and a second
or two later they we're leaning back.
listening TO the soft stringed band
and watching the Kaleidoscope OF the
crowded river.
This is very jolly" said Jack at
last; Il had no idea could have en-
1oyed a day SO much l only hope |
haven't bored you to death?"
To his dismay, her dark eyes filled
with tears Il never believed any one
could be so kind-so kind she said.
brokenly
oh, don't please-don't,' he said In
agonized entreaty. IT'S nothing
nothing at all, and have been only
too honored by your trust in me. n
can help you in any way, don't ask
you to tell me anything you'd rather
not, but can't help seeing something
is bothering you. Only trouble would
have driven you to appeal TO a
stranger like myself, though can't
feel thankful enough that you did.
Please don't think any more about
that Only allow me to help you II
possibly can"
She dried her eyes quickly under
cover of her sunshade.
i can't help bothering. as YOU cali
It, she said, making brave effort to
smile brightly. 1T was so awfully
good Of you to help me at once and SO
nicely. shall never forget II. neverl
DO you know, think | would rather
have died than have let Cyril-Mr.
lslesworth see me alone and apparent
ly deserted. OH how / hate that
mani"
She clenched her little hands. and
her delicate face hardened.
He's BEAST" said Henson impet-
uously; no one likes him. at least
no one worth anything. When | knew
him five years ago. before / went to
Canada, he had a reputation then
which !, for one, found BIT too much
OF thing, and hear he's worse than
ever now
Hes brute'" said the girl. delib-
erately, all the childishness gone out
Of her face now; but you see. Mr.
Henson, girls don't always know these
things, and sometimes. she added. bit
terly. though it sounds a dreadful
thing to say, their mothers don't al.
ways care
Anyhow" said Henson. slowly.
when one has been taken in like that
once. the only thing to do is to for
get all about the fellow. and"-drop-
ping his voice--there are a lot of
quite decent fellows about after all"
He stopped rather abruptly. for the
look OF pain in the eyes turned upon
him positively hurt him. Il want YOU
to let me come and see you at your
home. VIII you?"
As her eyes met his she started. and
then an odd expression came over her
face. She caught her breath little
Il really don't think you had bet
ter, she said. slowly.
Never mind your mother. I can
take care Of myself" he urged smil-
Ing; besides. I really don't think she
would object to me. am one OF
hose fortunate persons who are
blessed with an income of five figures.
.hongh ! feel ashamed for mentioning
such a thing to you. Do you say |
may come? You can't guess what it
means to me. How should your
But the girl had risen suddenly. all
he color gone from her soft cheeks.
She looked at him helplessly.
You don't like Islesworth. you said
70 Yourself went on Jack desperate
y. why can't you put him out OF your
life altogether? You are too much of
child TO have your life spoiled BY a
nan OF that sort"
Then she spoke. "Oh. no. I am
iotl' she said in a strained voice.
But ! tell you you are. It is all
cry well for women to be faithful.
nd al that, but why grieve over a
battered ideal? Confess, 1t was only
our ideal that was shattered you