The Richmond Virginian. (Richmond, Va.) 1910-1920, 1912-07-30
Commercializing Cupid

objectionable cad. For Isobel had
returned his love. In fact. If there can
be any fault in what Is faultless, hers
lay in too great responsiveness. She
had frankly and Immediately owned
her undying affection for him; she
| would talk OF nothing else but love.
and when he spoke of other things
her beautiful, adoring gaze brought
him back to that absorbing topic.
Harry knew that he must get back
to New York. Grimeshy and the
Harlem goats were calling, yet how
could he tell the adorable child that
their great romance had been only a
summer Irritation, or still worse, that
he had used her hearts blood to write
poem with? He decided to leave
without explanation.
Tomorrow, my darling. must
leave this paradise. Tomorrow | must
tear myself from you and go back
to New York.
They stood side by side In the
woods and he laid his hand over hers
for comfort.
lsobei was silent. evidently stunned
by the news. Then she spoke in a
broken voice. Then this liz our last
meeting. our last hour together" She
leaned against his shoulder.
One kiss begged Harry. before
GO II was not what he had meant
to say and ne felt more of cad than
ever.
Isobel hesitated one moment, and
then flung her arms about his neck
and gave him one long kiss. There
was something like a sob In her voice
as she pulled free and ran away
through the woods.
Harry Wilson stood still In ahso-
lutte stupefaction. That kiss was the
most Intoxicating experience Of his
lifp Much hoy ha faf NJ i1Ve
he had not once touched her cheek.
she had told him that she did not
think 1t was right, and he had had
the decency to respect her wishes.
Now, with that first kiss he realized
that he loved the girl, had loved her
all along, and that he would not
could not. go back 10 New York with
out her. His blood was pounding in
his veins as he started in pursuit OF
Isobel.
In hidden nook in the woods he
found her leaning intently over a tab
let in her Imp and writing feverishly.
''Isobel!" he cried, but though She
started she did not look up.
You, You; a Harry IT, Just moment .,n,nn
strangely cool and businesslike in her
tone.
He stared at her in complete sur
prise.
Don't interrupt" continued Isobel.
absently. I'm describing our meet
ing in the garden. Neither spoke.
they simply stood looking into each
others eyes. The moment was too
=far-merag-@ Isn't that great -,
See. here" commanded Harry in
tone that would not be ignored,
explain yourself Are you writing
the story of our lova?''
She laid her papers aside and look
ed at him pleadingly. "oh, Harry,
I'm so ashamed. But / write for the
newspapers, you know. They want
quick action love stories. with heart
throbs and all that kind of thing. oh.
Harry, there wasn't soul at that
other old farmhouse. and when I
heard that there was young man
over here I just came right over to
fall in love with you. simply had
to do something to work up those
heart throbs.H'
Harry Wilson turned purple with
rage and modification. Then our
love" he demanded. hoarsely. has
been merely a business proposition for
you?"
She hid her face. "Oh, Harry" she
begged, forgive me-"
1t was impossible to be angry with
Isohel long-she was too beautiful.
Besides, he remembered the love song
tnat was IpidtC IN HIS poChct. itoW-
ever, he did not mention that to Iso-
bel for women are often unreason-
able. Sitting down beside her. he
pulled her hands away from her face.
THAT kiss" he demanded, command
ingly, was that just shamminA,
too?"
Isobel blushed YES" she 9answef.
ed. and she said 1t so positively that
he knew she was lying. Yes. my
stories always end that way"
'Well. this one replied Harry,
will end differently. 1t will end In
new and original manner"
''Howr' she asked, little frighten-
ed.
They were married and lived hap
PLY ever after"