The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1911-02-03
CHAPTER II. (continued.)

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you to know him. He'll be crazy
about you That type of man, big and
deadly earnest, always falls in love
with your type Of girl, the appealing
sort, you know. And he has been
too busy, up TO now, to know what
he's a dear boy. I'm half in love with
him myself, and Dallas trots around
at his heels like a poodle"
But all Anne's geese are swans, so
thought little Of the HARRISON man
except to hope that he played respect.
able bridge, and wouldn't mark the
cards with a steel spring under his
dnger nail, as one Of her finds" had
done.
We all arrived about the same time,
and Anne and ! went upstairs togeth-
- take of our wraps in what had
been Bella's dressing room. It was
Anne who noticed the yiolets.
Look at that" she nudged me,
when the maid was examining her
wrap before she laid 1t down. What
did l tell you, Kit? He's still quite
mad about her"
Jim had painted Bella's portrait
While they were going up the Nile on
their wedding trip. 1t looked quite
ike her, II you stood well of in the
middle Of the room and If the light
came from the right. And just be-
meath II, In a silver case, was a
bunch Of yiolets. 1t was really touch.
Ing. and yiolets were fabulous. 1t
made me want to cry, and to shake
Bella soundly. and to 60 down and
pat Jim on his generous shoulder, and
tell him what a good fellow | thought
him, and that Bella wasn't worth the
dust under his feet. | don't know
much about psychology, but it would
DO interesting to know Just what eff
feet those yiolets and my sympathy
for Jim had In influencing my decision
= half-hour later. Ii is not surprising,
under the circumstances, that for some
dime after the odor of violets made
ne Ill.
We all met downstairs In the living
room, quite informally, and Dallas
was banging away at the pianola,
tramping the pedals with the delicacy
and feeling of a football ~center-rush
kicking q goal. Mr.. HARRISON was
standing near the fire, q little away
from the others. and he was all that
Anne had said and more In appear
ance. He was tall-not too tall, and
very straight. And after one got
past the oddly OF his face being
eronxe-colored above his white collar,
and OF his brown hair being sun
bleached On top until 1t was almost
yellow, one realized that he was very
handsome. He had what one might
call q ~resoiute ose and chin. and a
pleasant, rather humorous, mouth.
And he had blue eyes that were, at
that moment. wandering with interest
over the lot OF us. Somebody shout
cd his name to me above the Tristan
and Isolde music, and I held out my
hand.
Instantly had the feeling one
sometimes has, OF having done just
that same thing. with the same sur
rcundings. In the same place, years
before. | was looking up at him, and
be was staring down at me and hold
tng my hand. And then the music
stopped and he was saying:
Where was it?'
Where was whatf" I asked. The
feeling was stronger than ever with
bis voice.
Il beg your pardon" he said, and
lot my hand drop. lust Tor a second
| had an idea that we had met before
somewhere. a long time ago. / sup
pose-no, 1t couldn't have happened,
or | should; remember" He vas smi-
ling. half at himself.
mo" | smiled back at him. 1T
didn't happen. I'm afraid unless we
dreamed IT,"
d sWe?.
u felt that way. too. for Z moment"
The Brushwood Boy!" he said with
conviction. Perhaps we will find a
eonmon dream life. where We knew
each other. Tou remember the Brush,
wood Boy loved the girl for years be-
tore they really met" But this was
: little % rapid, even for me.
Nothing SO sentimental. Tm
afraid" I retorted. Il have had ex.