Smyrna times., 1910-10-12
The UnSpoken
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Lane was becoming desperate. .
Dorsett's offer seemed his last !
chance. Luck had been against him
in this long fight for fortune and
Dorothy.
He realized that she was not the
kind of woman who would have
forced this struggle upon him or who
would have demanded that he prove
his metal; yet he would not go to
her empt, handed.
care you sure it's safe thiug?"
he inquired.
! DOrsett regarded him through
half-closed speculative lids. "I've
placed all have in it, he replied.
"But as favor, a personal favor,
I'll let you in. "
"For how much? %
"For two thousand
Lane Strengthened his shoulders
and quick flush sprang to his face.
cit seems a square proposition, -
eh jerked out Count me i'm
A month later he stood before
Dorothy white faced and grim. His
gaze fingered wistfully upon her
slender loveliness and he shrank
from the sweet confidence of her gray
eyes.
Ppm not going to hold you to
that promise, little GIRL he said
bitterly.
= "What do you mean?" she
breathed.
81 trusted friend and lost every
n dollar l had"
Her eyes flashed for moment
: with keen resentment. "And 90
m you think that p she hesitated.
N "How are you estimating me, dear ?"
NJ she ended more gently.
:. "I'm not going to tie you to a
PM failure"
Dorothy laughed with suggestion
is. of railery. She surveyed his broad
shoulders. and the firm, square chin,
then laughed again. "a failure at
28," she taunted. "You haven t
even begun to pay the price of sue
"A cess yet. Nor have l begun to tire
of-waiting. When l do PIN lei
err. you know She spoke slowly with
a sweet, deliberate candor.
. He stopped and gently kissed hel
lips. "After that he cried, 81
can't fail; no man could. But wait
ing comes hard. want you badly,
little one. "
On his way home he met Dprsett
They faced each other moodily. Dor
sett extended his hand.
"I'm sorry, old man." he salt
unsteadily,. 81 was a scoundrei
4 but l was hard pressed.
y Lane flung aside his hand an
laughed bitterly. "Sorry! h
goaded. "Your'
When he reached his rooms h
found Bruce Wyman awaiting hiE
LET me in on that new schem
of yours will you, Lane? | have
y few odd thousand. Dorsett told n
ids he thought you'd be willing to Sc
oat- out. -
less, less "Has he been talking to yC
about it?" demanded Lane.
need ."Yes, it's great proposition.
Lane grew white to the lips. He
! ineu n,' was a chance to retrieve A tut
of luck at the last moment.
meant a push toward success. B
what else did it mean? The thong
of Dorsett outstretched hand a.
o, his broken words flashed before hir
81 was hard pressed Lane al
can was hard pressed. The woman
loved was waiting-too long.
"It's a sure thing. isn't it
III Wyman asked.
,ri,t "Nothing's sure," parried Lar
tensely.
yare "Come, old chap" tempted "
.-- man. "Do a fellow a good tul
l need it badly"
I'll "Why are you so will'n, to ia
u Dorsett's word ?" Lane jerked o.
"I'm not. He showed me pro
} That stock will double its value
a month.
oYn "You'll not hold me RESPONSE
"'o if it falls?"
wyman hesitated. "Why it i
courses - :z44 -. :.o,,
siness. | Roou inNeSImehI, iSh IL!
Thor | rnust no he's pot Sherman to HI
indi- -
skilled it.
q .,nSs9. Sol- Still Lane fenced. "I'll think
AIRY BY over" he conceded huskily. "Cc
re record ord again tomorrow.
special special After Wyman had gone he pa
the room with set lips, then sudd
10Th ly he shifted the burden. 81 '
tell Dorothy She must decid
dress The next day he went to her.
NJ. greeted him with a sweet confus
icipal. Her sleeves were rolled above
elbow and there was a smudge
xry n floor upon her cheek.
JILL "Im practicing," she confes