Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1911-05-04

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not even at this minute. But love
you-the real you"
"Darling" exclaimed Loveland. Yet
he marveled at her. This was a phase
Of the girls character-her true and
noble character-which he was at a
loss to understand.
You were very cold to me that night
at Ashville." he ventured to say.
II was trying you. 1 wasn't quite
sure, you see. which side of the moon
I was looking at, and if, after all, it
was only the same old side l didn't
want to let myself be dazzled by it, as
I couldn't help being at first. I was in
love with you on the boat, even when
l laughed at your talk Of love. felt
more like crying than laughing, though,
because the sort Of love you gave me
in return for mine wasn't worth my
having"
"Heaven knows it," Val admitted
humbly.
But I'm delighted that Sidney's mo-
tor jumped over con~ventionalities in
stead of my having to take the leap
myself. Instead I just leaped with the
car, and you leaped, too, and every
thing is going to be heavenly for all
the rest Of our lives"
Il don't quite see how if you're not
tired of Cremer," said Loveland.
Don't be jealous of Sidney any
more. I liked making you a little jeal-
GUS of him at f~rst-after I saw how
you felt. 1t was fun for me, and I
thought it was good for you. But now
it's different. I'm sure-sure-about
the other side of the moon, and I want
you to be as happy as 1 am. Oh, don't
speak yet! I must go on a little fur
Their. You know, 1 told you 1 had a
telegram this morning?
Eyes, yes"
"Well, you thought it was from Sid
ney Cremer, and 1 didn't contradict.
Lots of things you've thought lately 1
let you go on thinking without contra
dieting. The telegram was from little
Fanny M~ilton-about you"
about me?"
"She knew from a journalist who is
a friend Of hers that you'd come to this
part Of the country with a theatrical
troupe. and they'd found out that the
actors were playing pieces Of Sidney
Cremer's at Ashville. They talked it
over together-Fanny and this Mr..
Kidd. He wanted to know for his pa
per's sake where you'd disappeared to
when the company broke up. Last
evening he suggested that she should
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might have heard about you. So that's
why I felt that you wouldn't be stop
ping on as my chauffeur very long"
did Miss Milton say in the telegram
that New York had discovered it's mis-
take about me?"
mo; she didn't say that, though it
was a long telegram. I expect she
thought I would have seer the news
papers. Well, I haven't. But I can
put TWO and two together quite nicely,
and I was sure that you'd come into
your W again with the great Ameri-
can. public, perhaps partly through
Fanny Milton's Mr.. Kidd. I'd be will
ing to wager all the profits Of Sidney
Cremer's next play Or novel, If I had
them, that you can now go back, if
you like, and get without any difficulty
the heiress you came across the water
for"
I'm sick Of the very word heiress,"
protested Loveland. with complete sin
cerity.
That's the new you. And what a
very new you it is when n comes to
think Of it-only a few weeks old!
But it's the only real one. The other
was a shell. which has broken"
"You broke it," said Val.
II cracked it a little maybe on the
boat, but it took a big hammer to
smash it, and now I've swept all the
fragments away. There's just the real
you and the real me in the world, with
the wonderful light from the other side
of the moo shining on us two-and
Sidney Cremer."
ooh, Sidney Cremer!" cried Love-
land. HE still stands between u.s."
"No, he doesn't. If you love me
you'll have to love Sidney. too, be-
cause Sidney
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Cremer and I are Am
one, and his mon lNMI
ey Is mine, be- MMWN
cause I earn it. &n&1
And don't I en- A(
joy 1t too! Have ~ ~
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