The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1911-02-05
croakingly. obe a great privilege"

simple enough: James though sim
pie in design, as plainly bearing
the stamp of some trans-channel
artist
Roth girls were little silent and
preoccupied. for 10 were thinking
of the key in the rose-bowl, and
when the servants had withdrawn,
they burst on. simultaneously oh,
Pansy!'
"Oh. Jane"
There was a palpitatlns pause, and
then siXteen-year-old Pansy went on;
"There'd De no harm in looking
at the key"
Jane gasped "Oh, Pansy' she re-
peated helplessly
Pansy laughed She always grew
/ boder when Jane funked thing
the always dating 1iom three days
| back, when they had first met. I'm
going to see that key" she declared
/ firmly rising, before this wicked
world is an hour older"
The rose-bowl was very broad and
fat and flied with a delightful con.
coction of flowers and spices. First
the conspirators BEN their heads
and shifted
'Necy fragant," announced Jane,
but smell the bones of an Eng
lishman."
Let's draw ,ots as to which is to
take the first plunge"
Right, oh"
James was the first plunge, but
she missed the key. Pansy did the
same. and then Jane repeated her
vain effort.
Jane Lydden. what if he took it
OUT" cried Miss Petre eXcitedly.
NO; am sure he didn't do that
Try again, Peter Pansy."
And this time the little gilt key
came out of its hiding place, and
was gravely inspected
why, it's just like the key OF
my Glspatch-boX," cried Jane. "Ex-
actly! one of those things from
Aspreys! oh. Pansy how easy it
wou' d be. He almost said we might"
NO, he didn't. But we could if
we wanted to. Oh, jane"
"Oh, Pansy,"
Nettletold came in early. The din
ner had boled him. Besides it
was chilly evening and he wanted
to sit by his fire and read.
When he reached his sitting-room
and switched on the light, he was
greeted by two low giggles, and
there, sitting ON the run by his
fire, were the two girls
Girls"
Are you not glad to see us?"
asked Pansy
Enchanted, but"
But SURPRISED. We wanted to re.
turn you the key. We feared you
might feel nervous about it. Here it
is
Rising, she handed him the tiny
object
Jane Lydden sat silently watching,
her smooth brown hair quite gold in
the strong light
Biddulph took off his coat, disposed
of it and his hat, and then sat down.
Well" he asked, coolly. how did
YOU like it?"
We find it-a bit stiff." Jane an
swered.
How do you like Nedmond?"
We like him very much" This
from Pansy.
And my heroine-what' s-her-name
you like herr"
Not so much as Redmond"
And you, Miss Jane; do you agree
with Miss Peter Pansy' as | heard
YOU call her?"
Not altogether. II ra her like
the husband. too
by Jove," calculated Biddulph.
somewhat aghast. Then you really
did open the box? /"
Did YOU think We Wouldn't"
lit was stupid jest. However,
in a years time you will be reading
my works, So there is not so much
harm done" he returned, uncon-
sciously cynical as he lit a oigaret,
Either OF YOU ladies' smoke?"
They both did, it appeared, on great
occasions This was a Great Occa.
sion.
The novelist was amused. but also
little veXed. 1t was the old story
of Pandora. he thought, ruefully,
and they were just old enough to
have the book do them no good
After long pause he asked Pansy
how she liked the last chapter. After