The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1912-05-27

the rooms with windows opening upon
that side of the hotel. had come the
voice Of the woman. She might as
we'll have been above as below him,
or on either side: he could not guess.
But he was determined.
Now there was beneath his window
a balcony with a floor of wood and a
rail of iron-iligree-a long balcony,
extending from one corner of the ho-
tel to the other. At intervals it was
splashed with light from the windows
of chambers still occupied by guests
belated or busy. like himself, with the
task Of dressing for the evening. The
window to his left was alight; that
on his right, dark With half his body
on the balcony, his legs dangling with
in the room, O'Rourke watched the
opening on his left with jealous,
breathless expectancy. Not a sound
came therefrom. He hesitated.
IF that weren't her room, Id hear
somebody moving about" he reasoned.
otis frightened she is-not suspect
in tbs me. . But how do l know
tbs herself? Faith! could me
ears deceive me-"
With that he took heart of hope and
broke manfully into the chorus, sing
ing directly to the lighted window,
singing the first line with ardor and
fervor, with confidence and with hope,
singing persuasively, pleadingly, anx-
iously. insistently.
''For the world is all befo-ore us"
| he sang and then paused. He heard
no echo. And again he essayed, with
that in his tone to melt a heart of
ice:
"For the world Is all befo-ore U.s.
And now he triumphed and was
lifted out of himself with sheer de-
! light; for from the adjoining room
/ came the next line:
"And landladies ado-ore us"
! Unable to contain himself, he
! chimed in, and in duet they sang it
/ out to the rOusing finale:
"They ne'er rayfuse to sco-ore US,
/ But chalk us up wild JOY
! We taste her tap. we tear her cap
o. that's the chap
/ For me, cries She
'Whiroo.
Isn't he the darlint, the bould soldier
bOyn"
AS the last note rang out and died.
the next window was darkened; the
;rrhf
| He heard faint rustic Of silken ruff
f1es. TITS herself" he declared in
an agony of cipation-'herself and
none other! And I'm thinking she'll
! be coming to the window now
He was right. Abruptly he discov-
cred her by the reflected glow from
the Illumination behind him. He was
! conscious of the pallid oval of her
face, of a sleek white sheen of arms
and shoulders, of a dark mass of hair,
! but more than all else of the glamour
! of eyes that shone into his softly,
i like limpid pools of darkness touched
! by dim starlight.
Infamed, he leaned toward her.
whist, darling!" he stammered
WI ISl. lis myself us ference
But she was gone. A low, stif1ed
laugh was all his answer-that and
the silken whisper of her skirts as she
scurried from the window. He flush
ed crimson, waited an instant, then
flung discretion to the winds, and
found himself ambling out upon the
balcony. Heaven only knows to what
lengths the man wOuId have pOne had
! not the slam Of a door brought him up
. standing; she had left her room.
So she thought to escape him SO
easily! He swore between his teeth
with excitement and tumbled back
whence he had come. Regardless OF
the fact that he was still in his shirt
sleeves he rushed madly for the door
On the way shooting-jacket on the
door, perhaps in revenge for neglect
and i1l-treatmant maIiciouslv wound IT.