The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1912-04-04


apart. Her grief was deep also; but,
as he had not given her the preei6us
right to show it, she would Keep It
to herself. SO she crept away to the
deserted croquet lawn behind the ho-
tel, and sat down on rustic bench
facing the sea.
A hea~y step crushed the gravel
path, and hastily her handkerchief
went to her eyes as she gave a very
cfeditable imitation of sneeae.
Then she looked around Old Bon
tine was looking at her with eyes full
Of sympathy.
"Eh, my dear, It's bad business
what?" And he sat down beside her.
"Oh, dreadful, Mr.. Bontine! So ter.
riblp for dear Perl. And she was so
lovely about 1t oh, it-it-makes
me SO unhappy"
Yes, my dear, but she has to be q
soldiers wife and to get used to this
sort Of thing. It's worse in way
for poor Spencer" He was watching
her narrowly now. She knew it, but
could she keep the hot blood from
mantling her cheek?
"'Fhese war correspondents, you
see, are non-combatants, and they run
all the risks -eh, my dear, did you
say anything?" For she had uttered
q sound that might have been a sob.
yes, he went on ruthlessly, tits
such d pity, because lie gets no glory.
But it's his living, he says, and he's
too proud to let me Oh, botheri"
he continued, as II struck by Sud
den idea, why can't he marry? But
it's no use The very fact oil a girl
having sixpence to bless herself with
would choke him off, even If he Wof-
SHIPPED the ground she wS1ked on. He
told me So"
He paused suddenly, half-frightened
at the effect Of his words. For she
was leaning forward now, scarcely
breathing, her great eyes fixed on
his, as she said, almost inaudibly, "He
--told-you so! When?"
Then he dashed straight ahead. 1t
was now or never!
why, only last night, after you
had all gone to bed, ! chaffed him;
only my little Joke, you know, and
he Yes" he concluded defant1y, Il
meant to tell you this. 1t seemed a
shame to let everything go wrong for
want Of d medd1esofne old fool to put
1t right. You-you are not ang~y with
me, my dear-what?"
And, with a silent prayer that his
Lavinia, to whom he had been faith
full all their welded days, might not
at that dreadful moment be looking
in their direction, he suffered her to
press her cool young lips to his rosy
old cheek.
And still the August sun shone
brightly, though this time we see it
over London town. Yet smart cars
and carriages rolled in and out Of the
side streets that led to the squares,
and 1T was hard to believe that the
great city was as empty as the news
papers would have their readers think
it.
SO, at any rate, thought Spencer
Lathom, as a minute before noon he
passed into the shade under the por-
tico Of Claridges and sent his name
up to Miss Dolores Stuyvesant. Which
accomplished, this ordinarily self
possessed man felt so nervous that
he actually contemplated seeking
safety in fight and was only indeed
stayed from making Sc ignominious a
retreat By the vision that suddenly
barred the way.
"Ah, this is just lovely Of you! So
you got my letter, say"
And her. am" was the reply.
"Come in right here" she said, then
BIT her lip. Now look here, Mr..
Spencer Latbom, I'm going to say
what's in my mind It's a way we
have in Gods country. And whatever
you may think Of It, know that you
are a gentleman and will say nothing
to anyone
Not daring to think what this Won
derful darling was going to say next,
he could only feebly bow his assent.
Very vel then. Yo do-Tather
ike me--don't you?"
Like her! Like herl re wanted
to fall down and kiss her feet, but
he was not going to tel this Dollar
Princess what was in his mind
You know you do! Why, you told
Mr.. BoEtine SO only the other night"
As his confusion became more evil
dent. she grew calmer. e is a way
women have.
yes" she proceeded with delibera-