Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1912-07-27


couch, poked the smoldering logs on
the CRATE until they sent up a little
CHEEKY blaze, leaned back in her big
canopy chair and yawned.
'eThis beastly weather is enough to
dampen the spirits Of an angel" she
sighed. "June, and so cold and
damp one must sit before the fire to
be the least comfortable. Oh, l wish
] could go out. That stupid doctor
wont let me bulge from the house
until it clears, and it looks as If il
never would clear. The rain has
sdrenched everything until the flow
ers and shrubs look as if they would
never raise their poor heads again.
"If Maude would only come home |
Only three o'clock; she will not be
here until six.
TITS all very well to be indepen-
dent and live in fiat with your
dearest girl friend but it's mighty
stupid to be left alone all day when
1t rains. II only something would
happeni If some one would only
call 1 would even welcome that
stupid old bachelor, Elwood Elton,
who lives in the next fat. Grump
old thing though he isl
Goodness There's the bell II
it's only some nice-but l suppose
it's the grocery boy. Why doesn't
Maggie answer it There it is again.
j shall have to answer it myself"
Dora ran down the stairs, glad to
have any break in the deadly monot-
ony of the day.
Opening the street door, she was
confronted by a tall, handsome
stranger, whose bronzed face and
hands told plainly story of outdoori
life in the tropics.
"Good afternoon-er-can you tell
me If Mr.. Eton is at homer" he in
quired as he courteously removed his
hat, while the rain fell in little
splashes on his sunburned brown
hair. '- AaA9-y
A spirit of mischief, of adventure,
seized Dora.
"No, my husband is not in, al
though expect him soon."
She hesitated-and SO did the
stranger Then: els there any mes
sage / can give Mr.. Eton ?" she said.
"Thank you, scarcely know. You
see, have list returned from South
America. ] am sure you have heard
your husband speak of me-my
name is Grant Luray. Elwood and
i were chums in our college days.
Before / sailed from Rio | wrote
him to expect me this week, but he
evidently has not received my letter,
or he would have told you of me.
I've not seen Elwood for ten years.
Well, suppose 1 had better call
back again." He paused as he looked
at Dora standing in the doorway.
cts a horrid afternoon" alb
served that young lady, while her
brown eyes danced as they looked
straight into his blue ones. She hes
itated a moment, then said, de-
murely:
"Perhaps you would like to come
in and wait for Elwood. He should
be home soon."
81 should be glad to; you don't
know how horrid it is outside"
She led the way to her little sit
ting room and invited him to take
the chair she had just vacated. She
had done daring thing and was
frightened, but resolved to carry it
through somehow. The man was ev-
identity gentleman, and anything
Is relief when one is so lonely"
cts awfully good of you to take
pity on me like this, Mrs. Eton,"
said he as he took a cigarette from
the box Dora offered.
"Elwood did not tell me he had |
married. ] suppose he wished to
keep it as surprise. He is to be
congratulated"
"May make you a cup of tea ?"
hastily interrupted Dora. She was
horribly confused and did not wish
to talk about Elwood Elton, whom
she scarcely knew.
"Thanks, if you don't mind. This
ia q CHARMING room Mro Eton h,,k |