Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1912-03-28

She happens to be great admirer of
| your voice."
The actress turned sharply to him
and in the dark he could see her lit
tie, white face. The covering over her
head fell back and she exclaimed:
"Heavens!" and impulsively put her
hands out over his do you really
mean what you say?"
yes" He nodded supposedly.
'What do you look like that for?"
Lefty Lane arranged her scarf and
then drew back from him and laugh
ed.
ooh, DEAR dear, DEAR" she exclaim-
ed, "and l s. and l have been -
She looked up at him swiftly as
though she fancied she might detect
some new quality in him which she
had not observed before, but she saw
only his clear, kind eyes, his charming
smile and his beautiful, young ignor-
ance, and said softly to him:
"No use to cry, little boy, if it's
true But that woman isn't half good
enough for you-not half, and I guess
you think it funny enough to hear me
say so! What does the other boy from
Montana say?"
Don't know" Dan answered indif-
ferently 'Marconied him; didn't tell
him about it before he left You see
he doesn't understand England
doesn't like it,
A little dazed by the way each Of
the two women took the mention of
the other, he asked timidly:
"You don't like the Duchess of
Breakwater, them"
And she laughed again.
Goodness gracious, l don't know
her; actresses don't sit around with
duchesses." Then abruptly, her beau
tiful eyes, under their curled dark
lashes, full on him, she asked:
"Do you like herr"
"You bet!" he said ardently "Of
course I do. am crazy about her"
Yet he realized, as he replied, that he
didn't have any inclination to begin to
talk about his fiancee.
They had reached the Carlton and
held open.
Better get out" he urged, "and
have something to eat"
And she, leaning little way toward
him, laughed.
"Crazy! Your engagement will be
broken off tomorrow" And she fur
Their said: eff I really thought it
would, why I'd come like shot"
AS she leaned forward her cloak
slipping from her neck, revealing her
throat above the dark collar of the
simple dress she wore, he looked in
her dove-gray eyes, and murmured:
ooh, say, do come along and risk it.
I'm game, all right
She hesitated, then babe him good
night languidly, slipping back into her
old attitude of Indifference.
81 am going home to rest. Good
night 1 don't think the duchess would
let you go, no matter what you did"
Dan, standing there at her motor
door, this beautiful, well-known WO-
man bantering him, leaning toward
him, was conscious of her alone, all
snowy and small and divine in her en-
veloping scarf, lost in the corner Of
her big car.
81 hate to have you go back alone
to the Savoy. l really do. Please let
me"
But she shook her head. "Tell the
man the Savoy" and as Dan, carry
ing out her instructions, closed the
door, he said: II don't like that empty
vase in there. Would you be very
good and put some flowers N it if
they cameo"
/ She wouldn't promise, and he went
| on:
''Will you put only my flowers in
that vase always hereafter?''
Then, "Why, of course not, goose"
she said shortly "Will you please
let me close the door and go homer"
Dan walked into the Carlton when
Ter bright motor had slipped away
his evening coat long and black flying
{ it's wings behind him, his hat on the
back of his blond head, light of foot
and step, a gay young figure among
Tie late lingering crowd.
He went to his apartments and
! missed Ruggles in the lonely quiet OF
the sitting-room, but as the night be-
| fore Ruggles had done, Dan in his
bedroom window stood looking out at
the mist and fog through which be-
fore his eyes the things he had lately
seen passed and repassed, specter-
like, winglike, across the gloom. Fin
ally, in spite of the fact that he was
an engaged man with the responsible
ties of marriage before him, he could
think of but one thing to take with
him when he finally turned to sleep.
The face of the woman he was en-
gagged to marry eluded him, but the
face under the white hood of Lefty
Lane was in his dreams, and in his
troubled visions he saw her shining,
dovelike eyes.
! (TO Be Continued.)