El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1912-07-11

ways stand between US, but the fact
that I love you may be some small ex-
cuse fo- my conduct. began il for
another motive, though
''Yes2"
Out it all came. Anastatia listened
with dOwnbent head, the queerest smile
trembling round her red lips. Hartley
didn't spare himself Out it came, the
story of the plot-the fact that his
cousinship to the errinG Basingstoke
made it easy for him to assume, for
the time being, that title?
That's all he finished heavily,
when the story was told. and the whole
unvarnished truth laid bare. Now,
tell me you'll never speak to me again.
I deserve it."
DO you? I wonder, I don't take
the conventional view of things, I'm
afraid, Mr.. Hartley"
You mean ~
THAT 1 think 1 can understand. You
see, haven't you an old prOverb that
says, What's sauce for the goose is
sauce for the gander% Well, 1 too
have confession of a like kind to
make to you, am not the milliOnaire's
daughter at all
Hartley uttered a cry.
You are not nastatia-Simp-
kins?"
She laughed
"Oh, my name is Anastatia Simp-
kins," she said, "only 1 happen to be
honaire's daughter, that's all. You see
it happened like this. I wanted to come
to Europe to write UP things; yes, I'm a
journalist too, and Anastatia-the real
one, gave me my chance. She was to
come over TO do the grand tour, to
catch duke, and that sort of thing,
only she happened to be in love with
a nice young man in her own home,
and she wasn't going to marry any
body else. So she sent me over here
n MI oh Of
writing up my experiences, and MAX
ing any number of good articles out
of them for a big American paper from
whom got commission, and she
staid safely at home. She was gen.
erous, toO-gave me an outfit, and all
the intrOductiOns I wanted: so you see
as people who live in glass houses
mustn't throw stOnes-I can't say much
to you about your plot can I? We're
birds of a feather Shake hands on it.
Mr.. Hartley"
They shook, and Hartley did not let
go of Anastatia's hand in a hurry. on
the contrary, he held it fast
What are you going to do now" he
asked.
GO home very soon to America" she
told him with a smile.
''Anastatiai Is there a chance for
me- Now that 1 know you're only a
journalist like myself, I shall be aU-
daciOuS enough to ask YOU to be my
W ALG-oOlllt QdN- L III StLl4uE on 1 De
lieve I can earn enough to keep a wife
if she will let me- But I want no one
but yOu-Anastatia- Darling, will you
try to care a Httle?"
IT won't be hard" she told him. with
an enchanting look that made him
simply take her in his arms without
more ado And we can work together.
I believe too cared always"
And what a story it will all make"
she said presently. when they came
down from a special heaven of their
own to more mundane matters.
Imagine what I shall be able to write
now at first hand. And. dear. We
needn't be poor, you know, because
Anna Stasia, my pen name. is pretty
well known on the other side, and I
can puff 1t up a little over there, too,
If like. But I won't poach on your
preserves; I'll leave you to write up
the story of how you proposed to --"
The best and dearest in all the
world" said Hartley. but that story is
not for publication, madam"
Others were. however, and Hartley
and wife work together now, and are
wen known authors both here and in
America,