The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-10-13

had been discovered that the Young gentle
man really wished to marry the lady, and
that the elder Pomeroy was Directing with
his customary strenuousness.
Quickened as her pulses must be by that
name, when she had read all, Jerry felt only
a dull apathy. What did it matter to her7
she kept saying to herself This made no
difference In her affairs, neither brought
him any nearer nor shattered any illusions
1t was really better-wasn't it7-that he
should want to marry the girl. 1t showed
him decent fellow. Surely he was not
to blame for foolish Jerry's fancies.
There had been nothing to build on, she
knew that, yet some tiny, wistful tendril
of vague dreams was chilled and shrivelled
by this disclosure. She did not 20 into any
heroics over the end of all things. If,
when all the lights were out at night, she
felt her eyelids burn and her throat ache,
she crushed the smart with self-disdain:
Now, don't emotel" she would gibe at
herself fercely.
The result of that Sundays stock-taking
not tallying with Office records, the girls
were kept one evening to find, if possible,
cause for the discrepancy.
Sunday always was my Jonah dayl"
walled Miss Dietz. vs
1t was, however, only about half-past
nine, when Jerry left the store and once
more waited on the corner for her car. 1t
was not in sight.
Again the wet street, the shining pave
ment, q big automobile coming toward her.
There were many like it perhaps, yet with
that strange intuition, she felt whose it was.
1t slowed up as it approached her, was al
most stopped as it passed, and came to
standstill few feet beyond her. Mems
voices came to her as she stood there stonily,
for why should she move on2
Then a man sprang out, and came toward
her, lifting his cap as he did so.
II beg your pardon" he said in low
voice, voice at once eager, respectful, and
pleading. "Would you think was crazy
if ] asked you to come with us to the
preacher's2 Just made up their minds, and
we've need witness, and land said
you was a-friend of mine" His eyes
were looking straight into hers and hers did
not try to evade them. A flush rose in his
wind-beaten cheeks.
"I've-been trying to find out-your
name" he stammered. "Say-wil you
conner It's all right, sure"
EYES," she answered simply
With no other word he led her to the
limousine and put her beside him. She
asked no questions as they whizzed through
the streets to the residence district. She
heard mans voice inside and woman'sI
reply. Dinly she guessed that the witness
plea was a daring subterfuge, though she
had not solved the mystery, nor did She
much care what it was To her this was
the Great Adventure, that was all shes
wished to know. He had asked her tor
come, and she had come. Had he de-
scended from an aeroplane and asked her,
to rise again with him far into the great
black stretches of the night, she wouldi
have followed as unquestioningly.
They drew up before quiet house. Hei
helped her to alight, then opened the door,
of the limousine. There descended a good.
looking young man and blonde girIs
beautifully dressed. Both seemed littlel
agitated. At sight of Jerry, they paused, |
the young man lifted his hat and lookedl
inquiringly at the chauffeur.
"Mr. Pomeroy, this is my friend, Miss
"Sears," Jerry put in SO quietly that theI
other did not notice that it was she who
supplied the name.
Pomeroy Junior put out his hand.
Thank you for coming, Miss Sears -
he said courteously. "This is my hanoee,s
Miss Devoe."
The blonde girl took Jerry's hand too,
and murmured something in low tone.
Then they went into the house. i
It seemed to Jerry that she must be see.
ing some play-in a dream perhaps. The
people about her, close and human as they
were, yet seemed to have some dream
quality. The minister, the millionaire's
son, the wet-eyed chorus-girl Gerry liked
those happy tears, the simple wedding
ceremony, during which she stood at his
side-could it all be real2
Then it was over-Pomeroy kissed his
wife, and while they fingered a moment,
Jerry and he made their escape to the side
walk. In the shadow of the limousine, the
chauffeur seized Jerry's hands.
whats the good of waiting7" he cried
softly "That first night-you remember
Il knew you was My Girl for sure. Say,
you're going to be, aren't your"
Jerry's eyes were shining. Maybe 50, ="
she whispered.
His hands grpped tighter. "Im POM
eroy's chauffeur" he murmured. my
names Dan LesIie-what's yours, honey2"
"My names Jerry-Dan," her voice was
little, ripping laugh. 4
They looked deep into each others eyes
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