The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1910-05-20
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ter mechanically as she sank into a
chair after their dance II had been
The fifth waltz, and, so far Paul Orm-
s'ead had not been near her Hereto
fore he had always come to her first
snd claimed as many dances as she
would give him, but tonight, for some
reason, he had absolutely Ignored her
presence She leaned back and her
gaze wandered ac,oss the room TO
where he stood with Leah Ellicott,
his fair head bent above her, Leah's
face, with its dark. vivid cooring and
deep, glowing eyes, raised to him. Her
heart contracted painfully Was he
angry with her? She had done moth
ing. True, she had refused to go TO
the play with him the following Fri
day, but only because Tom Saunders,
her partner in the last dance, was
coming that night for dinner Tom
vas an old friend, and often came to
dine and spend the evening with her;
yet for some reason Paul had seem
ed hotly to resent her refusal Of his
invitation when she told him the
cause How could he. be so unkind--
50 stupid. She stirred restlessly.
Tom Saunders closed the fan he had
been welding and rose.
Lillian he said, won't you come
utside for a few minutes? You are
rale and the air win do you good
She assented listlessly and they
passed out into the warm spring night
and wandered slowly down the garden
Path
You must put on your scarf, dear, :
he said. "The night Is warm, but it
won't do TO risk anything Taking
il from her, he draped it gently over
her head and shoulders, then with a
sudden movement took both her hands
and crushed them between his own.
'Lillian--dear,' he whispered, with
a break in his voice.
Her eyes grew startled. She drew
back.
why, Tom, what is it? What do
YOU"
Don't you know, sweetheart? Sure
ly you know-that love you-have
always loved you? Lillian"
Tom, stopl You mustn't did not
know-how could /? | never dreamed
-
His face grew white. wait, Lii
lian,' he pleaded, Il don't want you
70 answer me now. | have taken you
by surprise know only too well
what you would say. But please wait
wait until Friday night, when !
come, i know, perhaps, it is no use,
but do just that one little thing for
me- Wait, and tell me then. Will
YOU promise?'
Il viii promise, but"
Then that is all / want. Come
now; We will so in"
As they walked back along the path
Paul Ormstaad strolled toward them,
a cigar held casually between his
fingers. Lillian thought he looked at
he. strangely as they passed almost,
she thought. with flash of resent
ment, suspieiously.
I'm tired, Tom" she said. Il be-
lieve I'll so home. viii you find my
brother for me?"
The remainder of the week passed
feverlshly for Lillian, who dreaded
the coming of Friday when she must
hurt Tom so dreadfully. She mad new
er dreamed OF such a thing, never
thought of loving him--how could she
when her heat was filled with an
other? But Tom was so good, so
thoughtful. Would ii make differ
ence? Would be cease to be he-
friend? Somehow she couldn't bear
the thought of that.
Friday afternoon, as she sat up
stairs In her room, looking out over
the warm spring landscape, the maid
brought her card
Mr. Paul Ormstead."
Her heat beat unanimously. What
could he have come for, now? She
had not seen him since the night OF
the dance, and she was very angry
with him. She hesitated
''Vesy well, Annette" she said, fin
ally. TN be down
When she came into the room Paul
Ormstead met her with an assured
smile q just ran in he told her. ito
see il YOU had changed your MIND
about tonight"
Changed my mind?" she repeated
coldly. Certainly not! Why should |
do that?'
He seemed nonplused
Now don't be angry Lillian" he
protested. Il thought may be you
would decide to let Saunders come
some other night and go with me-
DO you suppose she asked with
increasing hauteur, that even if Tom
had disappointed me would consent
to 20 with you after-the other
night?'
"Oh, that he laughed complacent
~ Il knew You would be pnt out
about Leah. But couldn't you see,
dear, that only did it to make yon
iealous?'
"Jealous?" an angry light stole into
her eyes
why eyes, he stumbled, less as
suredly now. you know girls never
40 know their own minds till some
thing like that opens their eyes. If
they think they're losing a chap. why,
then"
And so you believed that when
thought ! was losing YOU would dis
eppont Mr.. Saunders at any cost and
accept your invitation?" Lillian's
Voice was dangerously soft
Paul Ormstead fidgeted uncomfort-
ably ION. come now, Lillian. don't be
hard on chap Lots of fellows do II.