The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1912-08-07

Yvette standing between the candles stared at then
ouriousy. somewhat though she expected scar
She was not given TO analysis OF her emotions
Yvette She only stared ard sighed. and presently
undressed herself, and went 10 bed with a queei
li'tle smile twisting corner Of her mouth. She
did not sleep very much, II Is true. but an engage
r1ent involves a certain amount of excitement not
conducive Of slumber and fvette had not expected
to sleep.
Next day she was none the worse for wear, and
went upon her way with considerable calm
Also, when Whiting next kissed her she neglected
subsequently 10 erase IT. She was nothing IKE SO
ardent as he II IS true, but then as she explained
him with lovely indifference, ardor is not the
You care the most?g said Yvette Naturally
"H'mphl" said Whiting After those brief crucial
moments the opera. he had regained something
OF his usual poise-a delightfully."- humorous sophsti-
cation not untouched with eynicism. Il dare say
balance OF power-eh;
There is an Old French proverb," said Yvette,
her nSns b tst. ABOUT 'oo1 one nhe
kisses and one who--how do you say?-one who
presents the cheek. 1t is true suppose And it
should be the man who kisses Otherwise ne might
'Ii'mph' said Whiting again. There's some-
thing in that, of course-for firtations-and epi-
sodes. This thing of ours goes bit deeper-ehf
can't seem TO see myself getting tired in case you
weh in case you ever decided to take the initiative
Mind being kissed, Yvettef
But that is absurd said Yvette, smiling
"Yes-of course" said Whiting. He stroked his
clean -shaven chin which was yet but one chin.
and looked at Yvette out of keen. clear gray eyes
His own smile had winning kindliness, but it
came slow "Of course he repeated By nature
you're a triae cold, fancy--hat's all"
Yyette looked at him swiftly and looked a' away.
wouldn't have said you'd marry me unless you
cared-Yvette?"
You're very beautiful" said Whiting "and you're
young It's incredible that you shouldn't have stirred
up grand passion. somehow. | don't want to be
;ns aho ~ hut my
sake decide to marry for any reason but the one
I've mentioned You'd do yourself a very cruel
"You seem to think" said Yvette that it is i'm
possible | shoud-care-for-you,"
Not impossible" said Whiting quietly An ex-
quisite miracle if you like. Nothng's impossible.
But | can't seem to believe in my own happiness
and wish might sometimes occur to you to touch
me OF your own accord Then he asked strange
question Ever been anybody else, YvetteF
And Yvette said what every woman says when
she feels the wall At her back.
II don't know what you mean.
Any other mani" said Whiting, slowly. AT any
stage OF the game" ,
Said Yvette: y have known. great many men.
And said whtRg ss Ye Gi f,cs course i9afS what
A scar you viii remember, what Yvette had
looked for on her lips Not having found IT,, she
robably felt JUSTIFIED now IN smiling and shaking
ber head
Thank Cod" said Whiting, rather suddenly.
Yvette turned pale.
Afterwards when she remembered the converse
ton, she gave audience to ghost by way Of corol-
ary but nothing resulted, and the trousseau went
forward triumphantly Mrs de la Fuente swan in
designed gowns and matched laccs. She hobnobbed
With dressmakers, and bullied seamstresses. The
line OF hat was in her dreams by night, and the
argot OF the sewing room was on her tongue by
day All Of this demanded money, and to obtain
that money certain of Mrs. de Ia Fuentes diamonds
found their way into the loan-shops Yvette pro-
ested vanly.
q Dc not wish mamma, that you should ruin
yourself"
But Mrs de Ia Fuente was obdurate
"ln my trousseau we're two dozen Of everything.
Upon my pettcoats even was real ace-and the
veil Of my srandmpther1 Dear little one. VIII
When Yvette had definite desire to express
lPon this point her mother reproached her tragic
Us it that you do not care3 Unnatural child
remember that l was mad with excitement for
weeks before my wedding | knew to a fold how
wished the veil to tall shed tears # a tuck too
much was placed upon skrt-and | had but fifteen
ears"
Did YOU perhaps hide your doll beneath the steps
II the altar" inquired Yvette Then she kissed her
mother upon the cheek. and smiled. She might
been the lovely elder sister OF that other little
girl in veil and orange blossoms
AT least said Mrs. de Ia Fuente sighing before
he hopelessness OF Yvettes disinterest your papa
approved He found me wonderfully gowned. All
men have eyes for chffons upon. woman they
eve. Tonee will know If your veil is badly draped
And will he punish do you think asked
fyette "Will he perhaps beat me- mammal
She put on her hat While her mother was still
hat accentuated the clearness Of her coorng. and
ent out to motor with Whiting upon a wintry
Dad Those not unhappy DAYS
Then the man. came back believe there Is a
aging that this feat is possible. Still he came.
lis name Douglas Hays. and Whiting brought
i'm TO call one Sunday afternoon.
Yvette coming into the drawing room. halted
erv little in her slow, gracious step. Her eyes
Ghen they first fell upon his face widened and dark
ned Perhaps a slow flush burned across her
heck But she gave her hand unhesitatnsly.
-vette had
"Yvette.' said Whiting. may present Mr.. Hays?
iss de Ia Fuente. Mr.. Hays"
And Yvette smiled.
Il think" she said. that I remember Mr. Hays.
he year I came out--was L notY
Mr. HAYS smiled in his turn but somewhat stif1y.
lis surprise wrote itself almost imperceptibly upon
lean sunburned face. His eyes in that brown
isorutabe setting bright and blue like jewels
q, the line az his mouth was hard
You've met beforei' said Whiting in pleasant
iquiry.
'0uite some time ago" the other man admitted
ausiiy upon the surface 81 things. "lts good Of
90 to remember me-Miss de Ia Fuente." Only 70
vettes conscious ear did the slight hestation sug
est that he stumbled over the formal sppellation.
4 never forget names" said Yveit> iHdcie7fiy.
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