The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1910-09-20

There had been plenty OF room for
the car to pass them.
She had uttered name sharply.
with quick indrawing Of her breath,
and the car had been so very near to
the pair it had forced into the hedge
that the driver must have heard it.
Yet the sun was in his eyes, as I
have said, and he couldn't possibly
have seen their faces He went on
down the narrow lane, and at first
Tormentilla was too dazed to notice
that, he was gradually slowing off.
But Michael noticed it. In fact, he
was beginning to grasp the situation
altogether.
"You know the man?y he asked,
with half smile He is slowing
down Looks as if he were going
to step. He is going to stop. Has
stopped. in fact. I'm beginning to
think I'd better make myself scarce.
Good-by. Thank you very much in
deed, I suppose | had better go,
hadn't IT.
Yes" said she, with desperate
effort to regain her self-possession.
'Do-do go, please 2
Her anxiety to see the last of him
was not fattering, but he under
stood that this was not moment
for mere manners, and disappeared
round the corner before the owner
of the red motor had come up to her.
He was an experienced youth. Some
thing in the poor girls eyes perhaps
had told him that the best thing he
could do was to leave her now.
She was still leaning against the
| hedge when the stranger reached her.
Greenie's little bunch Of wild roses
| was pressed to her breast. Her wide
brown eyes gazed at him with
frightened, reproachful stare.
Through her parted red lips her
breath came quickly.
| The motorist was short, stockish
young man, very broad in the shout
ders and rudy and weather-beaten in
the face. He had small, twinkling
blue eyes and light, olosely-cropped
hair. He wore no goggles, and his
big coat and ugly cap were of dis
tinctly sporting cut. But his face
bore curious complexity of express
sions at that moment, Joy and dis
tress in almost equal proportions
predominating.
SANDY"
| Leave me alone!" She spoke
1 oh c1t 1U nt,.lo !, Il.
grew sulky and hard. tive been try
ing to forget all about everything
all this time-it's just like you to
come and spoil everything when I was
beginning to take an interest in doing
good to others, and finding some
peace Of mind. It's just like you"
.Just like me? Oh, Sandy!'
HJust like the hatefulness of every
thing. When was beginning to lose
myself in other things, and beginning
to be happy again.
Happy? Oh, Sandy" The deep
reproach in his tone Infatuated her.
Her eyes blazed
II suppose you think no one could
possibly be happy without you? How
like mani was beginning to think
of other things and other people.
And now-now you come to Malinder
and wake up all the grisly wretched-
ness of everything. How like a
mani"
He plunged his hands into his big
pockets and planted his feet far apart
with an attitude of logged determine
ton
Look here. Sandy" he said, you
mustn't speak to me like that.
won't have it, really won't. / won't
be bullied. will explain everything.
You didn't give me chance before.
I've behaved like a hound, but / adj
mitted that before, and I'm ashamed
to have to confess that didn't know
what I was doing. lost my head
can't understand it. It's thing
I've never done before in my life,
and yet I wasn't drunk And you
know what Dolly Isl hadn't time
! to draw back--to explain that I'd lost
my head--before she'd told your
mother and Peggy and Vic and every
body. It's the most extraordinary
thing I've ever done in my life. I'm
sure | never lost my head with you"
Tormentillas cheeks famed She
turned on her heel and walked off
down the road.
mo she said in half-choked
voice; that's just it,"
Sandy dearl" He followed her,
f-l- !.
and he didn't attempt to touch her,
Sandy. you're a woman. You can't
possibly understand that a man can
be so weak when he loves some one
else all the time"
Don't call yourself mani"
"You needn't insult me. I've
enough to bear as it is. If I've done
wrong, I've got to pay. There's
Dolly, you see.
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