The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1911-06-26

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and vet she had said that she didn't want TO
80, and had added mystery to confusion by
cryingl She the impersonal Miss Park
mAn.-had she'd several quiet tears. Upper
most in Sue Bonds mind was the tableau
she and Billy Trudell they had met in the
eleyator) had entered upon: Pen hsr has
bapi, Penfeld Bond standing Close to his
stenographer, one of her hands in both his
own while he spoke with unmistskablc in
tcnsity; and she had heard him say: but
to have you 60 like this II you'd tell
me-
There Billy had dropped his cane and the
two had turned. What ranked was
that the stenographer person hadn't seemed
i'll at ease OR apoogetic. She had put up her
head a triae, bravely disdained concealing
her tear-wet eyes, had spoken civilly and
made her exit almost with dignity Actually
she had Manner And Sue Bond had seen,
in that jealous sharpening Of vision, that the
girls tailoring and grooming was not merely
in good taste-it was smart" Her III
maculate white waist W. Of fine linen, Lei
skirt Of the latest approad "yottofr" line
and material; her severe. v-wound sherry
brown braids were shining and cSquisitely
tended, and the strained abundance thereof
was, beyond guess, all her own. Her
brown eyes were too interesting, her com
plexion natural and fresh. Shrinking in her
innermost fiber from the sickening usual
conclusion that had leaped at her in the first
shock, young Mrs. Bond was nevertheless
acutfly aware that perilously attractive
woman had been working day after day,
intimately, with Pen; and the consciousness
was not pleasant. She had known, OF course,
how valuable Miss Parkman was to him
had seen Miss Parkman more than once;
but urseeinglyl And all at once Miss Park
man was become a Possibility intensely an
individual wEo cried in PENS office lover
something u other) and let him hold her
hand whiIs he entreated her something or
other!
Deeper and deeper gnawed the hurt of it,
while Sue held her smile fixedly made her
self talk endlessly, and Billy Trudell listened
with eyes as expressionless as the aquama-
rine in his tie. She wondered hungrily,
what was in his mind how much he knew,
or guessed, that she didn't. Perhaps, even,
be was pitying her AT the spur Of the
thought she turned quickly, smiling, to her
husband.
81 can stay till you go out, PEN can you
give me the altenoon9 I'll put of the calls,
and we IL
Sorry, dear Pen shook his bead.
The one lock Of his blond hair that apouid
drop over his forehead slipped down with
the motion, and Sue remembered, inconse-
quently, that she used TO faster" it back
with kiss, in their ages-ago courting days.
How young he looked how clean and
handsomel Why had she let the multiply
ing Of everyday things crowd out their pre-
cious fooeries2 Perhaps you've noticed, !
he went on, carefully sprinkling paprika
over his crab meat, that I'm not quite my
sunshiny SELF Well Miss Parkman leaves
to-day, and I've got to hunt stenogra-
pher" After the first smothering hope Of
the announcement, Sue thought he had
made il too casually. II might not mean
Despite herself she looked at Billy
Trudel, and Tor the FIRST time il her knowl-
edge Of him she found his impassive face
crimson from collar to hair. So he had
known 81 the gir this happening did mean
something 70 him he was embarrassed.
She sat back, struggling with faintness.
Home seemed a worlds journey away, but
she wanted TO get there wanted her son
baby in her arms, to feel the sweetness and
innocence Of him close to her, ltwould help
her 10 think more whoIesomely and sensibly.
You don't mind really do you, dear2p
Pens eyes were On her, fond and sohcitous
as ever, You understand don't your
understand, she managed, bravely;
but again her eyes went 70 Billy Trudell;
and he, with an almost impercepible frown,
looked away -
Ina cab, at last, she let her smile end with
a gasp Of relief Another quarter-hour and
she felt she couldn't have kept up the pre-
tense. And shc wanted 10 keep It up
With man of Pens sort ii would BE- fatal
to any llvablc future, openly to admit
breach; and 1t was the future with him as
he had been for which she was ready to
sacrifice everything, herself included The
righteous Indignation she expected mo-
mentariIy to feel, did not come toher. She
felt but ycarnlng love for him, and leaden
disappointment, and stingink burt ---and
hope.
All the end Of three nenths Pen declared
that he had nothing left TO learn of the
Typist and her infinite variety. One by one
she came TO him, sojourned a little space,
and went elsewhere. He recognized, Of
course, that he was not to expect the perfec-
tion once youchsafed him; but even as his
standard approached normal none of the
available supply measured up u i. lwo
leQQIe dian nQ! suffice lQg he lost Miss Park