Ottumwa tri-weekly courier., 1912-04-25

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mind, like barometer record or i'm
migration statistics. We are hazier-
more, more unformulated-all instinct
with a tingle where you have q
fact"
That's awfully clever-go on.
'.Is it clever?-you see, we're even
clever in the same haphazard sort OF
way, and hardly know it when we are!
You came and l saw you, and didn't
think anything much about it except
that you stayed in my head. Stayed
and stayed, you know-not right out
in front, but in a corner, like hatbox
your maid has forgotten to take away.
And every time saw you the hatbox
grew bigger and more worrying, till
finally" She broke off with smile,
adding lightly: "Oh, we'll, there's your
doughnut, and now, please, want my
cooky."
Its a darling little doughnut," said
Matt, land instead of eating 1t, I'm 60
ing to put it away in silver paper and
keep 1t just to look at. And as for
cookies-all know is that the sweet
est voice in the world said: Come to
the church social tomorrow night
and came to the church social tomor-
row night where l found the sweetest
voice in the world belonged to the
sweetest girl in the world, and then
everything seemed to 80 round and
round till the sweetest girl In the
world, who is also the eleverest girl in
the world, suddenly became the only
girl in the world, and-and-
Eyes, you'd better stop there" said
Miss Marshall THAT isn't frankness,
that's conventionality. A second later
you'll be saying, Love me and the
world is mine"
Would that be so awfully silly?"
asked Matt.
Not only silly, but bromidian.
"Bromidian? What's bromidian?'
Repeating commonplaces, like a
parrot"
"Mayn't anybody say like you with
out being called parrot-or that bro
name?'
"In good society Mr.. Anybody never
says that to Miss Somebody after an
acquaintance so very, very brief as
ours"
mo short cuts allowed, is that the
idea?'
eyes,
whats the most I could be per-
mitted to say, then ?-worrying? You
said worrying, yourself"
1T isn't quite fair to steal my
word" Wa
I1Io ,1o~,r IN. hos +o ho-to Tito
you. One mustn't say this; one mustn't
say that; it's like a complicated game,
and terribly beyond a poor sailor like
myself. You must forgive me for be-
ing laundering and stupid. I hardly
know anything about young white
ladies'"
Miss Marshall laughed outright at
being thus described. II never thought
of myself as young white lady she
said, much entertained. 1T sounds as
funny to me as though you called me a
young pink lady, or young blue lady.
Oh, dear" she went on softly, Il don't
want to be too hard on my poor sailor,
who's awfully nice and winning, even
if he is stupid, and doesn't know the
right word.-Let's just admit that I
like you and that you like me-and that
perhaps in some queer way it was all
inevitable
This unexpected admission made
Matt's heart leap: again there was that
dart Of pain, that sense OF overwhelm-
ing and somewhat elusive happiness.
The fragrance of that enchanting
young womanhood was in his brain;
the rounded contours, the swell of the
girlish bosom, even the small foot with
It's peep Of stocking-all intoxicated
him with the magic and ecstasy Of
sex. For while he remained silent,
as though under spell he was loath
to break 'I don't believe can laugh
any more" he said at last, looking up
strangely at his companion. II don't
believe I can even go on talking as we
have done. would like to 60 away as
did yesterday, and think, and think,
and think"
He feared a light retort--a word
that might shatter the whole fabric
of his fancy. But their accord was
too subtle for such blasphemy.
"That's what l did, too," she re-
turned, in a voice that was almost a
whisper. when great things happen,
one wishes to be alone, doesn't One?'
Gil luC youl 1ioiAS, AO oeAANS .oSAAA
in that wondering tone. "It's incred-
ible, but I do not know It,"
"Christine-though they call me
Chris-always call me Chris,
"And mines such horrid one
Matthew-and it's always Matt, you
know, which is even worse"
T like it. Matt and Christi
sounds old-fashioned, doesn't 1t, like
ones Mayf1ower ancestors. And ye
aforesaid Matthew was a young man
Of noble presence, and of signal worth
and understanding, withal sober and
outstanding in the fear Of God, ye whilk
Of all ye Pilgrim maids he chose one
Christine Marshall, avowing for her.
go on-don't stop there"
But she did stop there, looking down
at him with eyes like stars, all won
der and tenderness and shining girl
light, with just quiver of the pretty
mouth.
Alas for the lie that came back to
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