The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1911-07-22

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MI. Devine these questions with as
much sincerity as if there could be no
possible reason why he should object
to her leaving Hewington Acres.
"Why-why, because you ought to,
because want you to stay. Don't
you see? l want you to stay"
For the better part of the day the
Cherub had been waiting for just this
opportunity. Now that it had come
he stood staring at her with a blank.
baft1ed look in his blue eyes.
The countess glanced curiously at
him with light laugh.
He had found her In her favorite
retreat, rustic summer house perched
On little point of rocks which jutted
out into the sound and marked the
eastern boundary of the estate. :.
ats very kind of you, Mr. Devine," "
she said, I'm sure, but don't feel
that can accept such favor from
we'll, from stranger. you know"
well get acquainted then"
But the countess firmly held to the
point. Hewington Acres was no long
er her home; therefore she must leave
it at once.
perhaps it is mine, but 1 don't
want the place." urged the Cherub.
Il just bought it for a joke. I'll tell
you what I'm going to do-Tm going
to sell it back to your father. I'll let
it go cheap for the sake of getting rid
Of it,"
The countess shook her head at this
proposal. "Father could not buy it
back" she said.
"Or I may rent it to him.
mo; we must go away somewhere
and get another home-a home Of our
own"
II believe it's just because I am
here that you're in such a hurry to
go. If should clear out now and not
come back unt1p'-
"No, nor protested the countess. 81
shouldn't feel like staying a minute
after you had gone-not a minute
While you are here am, in a way,
your guest, but If you were not here
should not have even that standing
"Then I'll stay" declared the Cherub
't1'll stay here week, a month, any
time"
ooh, no, you wouldn'tv' quickly re-
piled the countess. II have seen stock
spectators before. They are Just as
much slaves Of the market as the
wretched men who haunt the gam
bling halls of Monte Carlo are slaves
Of the roulette wheel. No; you will be
back In Wall street tomorrow morn
Ing, eager for the game. 1t is all you
live speculation, speculationr'
The Cherub was dumb before this
outburst. It had been SO unexpected.
"Of course 1 have no right to say
such things to you," she continued
more soberly. II did not intend to say
them either. You have been very kind
to us, and IL admire you in many
. ways. But you should not have tried
to make me believe too much. am
not silly schoolgirl, you know. IL
have had one experience with q man
who was'-sbe hesitated at the con-
fession-"who was gambler"
. She had turned to hide the sudden
. flush that crept into her cheeks. Sup
pressed emotion was gently shaking
her shoulders.
As in . fash Cherub Devine knew
exactly what he wanted to do now,
h and It was only by clasping his hands
I. resolutely behind his back that he
kept from taking her in his arms and
4 otherwise making q spectacle Of him
self. He saw It all. Even IL she did
4 despise him he was in love with the
Countess Vecch. -. ... s.
The revelation came with stunning
4 abtuptness, like the glimpses OF Hood
/ - roadway when the lightning had ii.
Illuminated their way last night. Yes,
Y l,s loved han N.
n she should nowl He was fairly
appalled, at his own audacity. Sup
Il .ose abe sl1ould b az this moment
B ale!eH tha dtscpEex1 whicl1, he had