Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1912-04-02
NUMBER "a.

THAT'S Just the trouble. I haven't
any tangible renson The doubt ex.
lists. and ! can't explain It. Flanagan
will tell you.'
The girl grew studious and grave.
Had there not been an echo Of this
doubt in her own mind? Immediately
she smiled
I'VE are talking nonsense and vast.
ing the sunshine"
How about FitzgeraldT
"Oh. he's the most sensible Of them
all He proposed to me the 6rst night
out"
"whatr' The admiral dropped bis
pipe.
mot so loudr' she warned And
then the clear music Of her laughter
penetrated beyond the cabin. and Fftz-
gerald. wandering about without pur-
pose. heard 1t and paused
.:You minxr' growIed the admiral.
ITO scare your old father like that"
Dearest. weren't you fishing to be
scnredT
Lets get out into the sunshine.
never could get the best Of you. hut
you really dent mean
~ really do not He's too busy tell
ing me tie plot Of this novel he Is go
ing to write 10 make love to a girl who
doesn't want more than one man In
the family. aud that's her foolish old
| father"
And they went outside. arm In arm.
laughing together like the good com
rades they were
Fitzgerald viewed his case d!spas'
sionately Bui what to do? thou.
sand times he had argued out the ques'
don. with single result. that he was
fool for his pains He became pos
sessed with sudden inexplicable long
ings for land He could not get away
| from this yacht On land there would
| have been a hundred straight lines 10
the woods and the tshernIan's phi
losophy.
1.-THE villain?'
He was moved suddenly out OF bis
dream. for the object Of It stood smil'
ing at his side A wisp Of hair was
blowing across her eyes. and she was
endeavoring TO adjust It under her cap
1.-THE villain?" making fine effort TO
remarshal his thoughts.
ayes. We were talking about him
last night. Where did you leave him.?
He was still pursuing. believe"
She propped her elbows on the rail-.
| II was n seductive pose and came very
near being the young mans undoing.
Docs Il seem impossible to You.
she said. THAT in these prosaic times
we are treasure hunting? Must we
not wake up and find 1t dreamT
"Mnst drpa ms are perishable. but In
this case we have the dream tightly
bound But what are we going 70 do
with all this money when We hnd it!'
divide II or start soldiers home
I've never thought Of It rs money"
"Heaven knows. have"
why
"Do you really wish to know" In
voice new to her eur. do you wish
to know why want money. lots and
lots Of it,
She dropped her arms and turned.
The tone agitated and alarmed her
strangely. why. yes. With plenty
of money you could devote all your
time to writing. and ! am sure you
tould write splendid stories"
THAT was not my exact thought.
he replied. resoluiely pulling himself to
gether. "Rut II will serve" by George.
he thought. that was close enough.
She did not nsk him what h!s ex-
act thought was. but she suspected II.
There was little shock 0f pleasure
and disappointment. the one rising
from the fact that be- had stopped
where he did and the other that be
had not gone on. And she grew an
cry over his second expression She
liked him. She had never met
young man whom she liked more.
But liking IL never loving. and hef
heart was as free anu unourdened as
the wind.