Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-12-08

to be told so.
But am ! to be blamed if, after
having refused twice to marry YOU,
you still persist" Kitty assumed a
judicial air.
But you haven't refused me this
time"
Because ! wish to make it as easy
as possible for YOU" Which Of the two
meanings she offered him was lost
upon Merrihew.
Come. let us be sensible for ten
minutes"
Merrihew laid his watch on the
bench beside him.
kitty laughed rollickingly. for be-
meath her furbelows and ribbons and
tr1nkets She was Unfortunately happy
and light of heart. Her letter had
come. She was only waiting for the
day Of sailing.
Merrihew reached out and caught
her hand.
"Oh. | said let us be sensible for ten
minutes.." she demurred.
kitty. will you marry me?"
Gould YOU take care of me?"
"Ill work"
"Oh. if you We're only RIGHT"
"You don't mean that, Kitty"
NO" relenting. 81 don't. But YOU
bother me-
Cali right. This will be the last time.
Will YOU marry me? l will do all s
man can to make you happy. 1 love
you with all my heart. I know. You're
afraid. You've an idea that I am tickle.
But not this time, Kitty; not this time.
Will your"
Then without further hesitance. in.
different to the future or the past, con-
scious only of the vast happiness of
the present. Kitty laid her hand in his.
He would have drawn her into his
arms had not they both seer O'Mally
pushing through the box hedge, fol-
lowed by some belated tourists. Merri-
hew swore softly, and Kitty laughed.
On the terrace the tea table daZzled
the eye with it's spotless linen, it's blue
canton and it's bundle of pink roses.
Hillard extended his cup for a second
filling. La Signorina vaguely Won
dered where Kitty was. She needed
Kitty at this moment.
How inexplicable were the currents
and cross currents of life! She had met
a thousand men handsomer, more
brilliant. They had not awakened
more than normal interest. And vet
this man, quiet. humorous, ordinarily
good looking. aroused in her heart dis
cord and penetrated the barriers to the
guarded sentiment. Why? Always
this query.
She gathered up a handful of the
roses and pressed them against her
face. breathing deeply.
"If I were a poet. which 1 am not
He paused irresoluteIy.
"You would extemporize on the
beauty of the ~perspective." she supple
mented. How the
81 was thinking of your hair" he
interrupted. 81 have never seer n
thing quite like it,.
She had ecourse to the roses again
You have not told me the real rea-
son why you sang under my window
that night"
"Have I not? Well. then, there can
be no harm in telling you that. I had
just signed the contract to sing with
the American Comic Opera company
in Europe. I saw the world at my
feet. for it would be false modesty to
deny that I have a voice. More dis.
illusions. The world is not at my
feet" lightly.
Twill you answer a single question:
81 can make no promise"
us there another man."
Silence, which grew and heightened
"What do you mean?" she asked
evenly.
I'm Venice you told me that there
was a barrier. I ask now if this bar
rier be a man."
eyes"
A wrinkle of pain passed over bis
heart. "If you love HIM
"Love him! No, no! I had hoped
you would not speak like this. I re
lied upon your honor"
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