The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1912-01-22

digger ass OF MySeiI Dy going III lux
it"
- thought you'd jump at IT." she
confessed. with a naivete he could
not but question, for be thought De
saw a roguish CLEAN in her eyes.
My conception Of love must differ
from yours. then" he said. u should
want a woman TO marry me for love
Of me and not out Of romantic ad-
miration because | was lucky enough
to drill a hole In mans shoulder
with smokeiess powder. / tell you J
am Disguised with this adventure
tomfooIery and rot ] don't like it.
Tudor is a sample of the adventure
kind-picking a quarrel with NE and
behaving like a monkey, insisting on
fighting with me-'to the death. ne
said 1t was like a penny dreadful
She was biting her lip, ana. though
her eyes were cool and level cooking
as ever. the telltale angry red was in
| her cheeks.
"Of course if you don't want 10
marry NE
But / do" ne hastily interposed
"Oh. you do
But don't you see, little girl. want
you to love me-" he buried on; 9th
erwise it would be only half q mar
rage. / don't want you TO marry me
simply because by so doing stop is
put to the beach gossip. nor do want
you to marry me out OF some foolish
romantic notion. ! shouldn't want
you-tbar way"
''Oh. in that case" she said, with
assumed deiiberateness. and be could
| have sworn TO the rOguiSh glea ID in
| that case. since you are willing to
| consider my offer. let NE make few
/ remarks. In the first place you need
not sneer ar adventure when you are
| living it yourself, and yon were Ger
| tainly living ii when found you first
! down with fever on Il lonely pianta
| ton with couple of nundred wild
cannibals thirsting for your lite
! Then | came along
And what with your arriving in a
I gale" he broke IN. fresh from the
wreck of your schooner. landing Oh
| the beach in q whaleboat full OF pic
| turesque Tahitian sailors and march
| ing into the bungalow with q Baden
| Powell on your head. sea boots on your
| feet and whacking Zig Colts dan
| Cling on your hip-why. / am only too
| ready to admit that you were the
| Quintessence Of adventure"
| VERY good" she cried exuItantly
Its mere simple arithmetic-the add
| ing of your adventure and my ad
| venture together. SO that's settled
| and you needn't jeer at adventure any
| more. Next | don't think there was
| anything romantic in Iudors attempt
! ing to kiss me nor anything like ad.
| venture in this absurd duel But
! do think now that it was romantic
| for you to fall In love with me. And
| finally, and it is adding romance to ro
nance, think think | do love you
| Dave-oh. Daven'
! The last was a signing dove cry as
he caught her up in bis arms and
| pressed her to him.
But / don't love you because you
! played the fool today" she whisper
! ed on his shoulder. White men
| shouldn't go around killing each 9th
| err"
Then Why do you love me?" be
| questioned, enthralled after the man
I ner of all lovers III the everlasting
| query that forever has remained un
| answered.
| Il don't know-just because | do.
| guess. And that's all the satisfaction
| you gave me when we had that man
/ FOL fny
weeks-during all the time you have
been so deIiciousiy and unobrusively
jealous of Tudor"
'Yes, yes. go on" he urged breat h
lessly when she paused.
81 wondered when you'd break out
and because you didn't | loved you al
the more, You were like dad an(
Won. You could hold yourself il
| check You didn't make a fool Of
yourself"
Not until today" he suggested.
Eyes, and | loved you for that too
1t was about time. began to thinE
you were never going to bring up thu
subject again. And now that have
offered myself you haven't even &C
copied"
With both hands on her shoulders h'
held her at arms length from him and
looked long into her eyes. no Longer
cool. hut seemingly pervaded With {
golden flush. The lids dropped anC
yet bravelya did not droop as she re
turned his gaze. Then he fondly anC
eolemnly drew her to him.
And how about that hearth an(
saddle of your owuT' he asked a mo
ment later.
Il well nigh won TO them. Th'
grass house is my hearth and th'
| Martha my saddle, and land look a
| all the trees I've planted. to say roth
| ing Of the sweet corn. And its al
your fault anyway. | might never
have loved you if you hadn't put The
idea into my head"
There's the Nongasela coming IL
around the point with her boats out.
| Sheldon remarked irrelevaDtly. AND
| the commissioner is Cd board He's
| going down 10 San CrlstOba 10 iDges
| tgate that missionary killing. We're
! in luck, | must say"
Il don't see where the luck comes
| in" she said doIefully. We ought &c
have this evening all to ourselves inst
to talk things over I've thousa No
questions to ask you.
And it wouldn't have been a man
talk either" she added.
But my plan IL better than that
He debated with himself a moment
"you Coo tho coYnu1,SStopor &c fn.A ou.