The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1913-10-23

Miss Marshall THAT isn't franKneSs,
that's conventionality. A second later
you'!l he saying Love me and the
world is mine.
Would that be so swfully silly
asked Matt
Not only silly. but bromidian.'
"Bromidian? What's bromdian:'
Repeating commonplaces. like par
rot.
"Naynt anybody say like you
without being called a parrot--or that
bro name?"
IN good society Mr.. Anybody never
says that to Miss Somebody after an
acquaintance so very brief as ours.
mo short cuts allowed: Is that the
idea?"
Yes"
whats the most could be permit
ted to say. then? worrying? You said
worrying. yourself.
at isn't quite fair to steal my word"
How clever one has to be-to like
you. One mustn't say this; one
mustn't say that: It's like compli.
Gated game. and terribly beyond poor
sailor like myself. You must forgive
me for being laundering and stupid |
hardly know anything about young
white ladies'"
Miss Marshall laughed outright at
being thus described. II never thought
Of myself as a 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, On. dear" she went on softly.
~ don't want to be too hard on my
poor sailor. who's awfully nice and
winning even il he is stupid and
doesn't know the right word. Let's
just admit that ! like you and that
you like me-and that perhaps In some
queer way 1t was all inevitable"
This unexpected admission made
MATHS heart leap; again there was
that dart OF pain. that sense Of over,
whelming and somehow elusive happi.
ness The fragrance Of that enchant-
Ing young womanhood was in his
brain For a while he remained silent,
as though under a spell he was loath
to break. II don't believe | can laugh
any more" he said ut last. looking IN
strangely ut his companion. 81 don't
believe ! can even 90 on talking as
we have done. | would like to 90
away as did Yesterday, and think,
and think, and think
That's what did. too" she returned
IN a voice that was almost whisper.
when great things happen one wish.
es to hr alone, doesn't one?
TELL me rour name" he said, still
In that wondering tone. ITS incredi.
bic, but do not know it,"
christine, though they call me Chris
always call me- Chris"
And mine such horrid one-Mat.
thew and it's always Matt. YOU know.
which Is even worse"
Il like it Matt and Chris il sounds
ola fashioned, doesn't it, like ones
MaytloWer ancestors And ye afore.
SAID Matthew was a young man Of no.
bic presence and of signal worth and
understanding. withal sober and IN.
standing in the fear of God. We whilk
of all We pilgrim maids he chose one
Christine Marshall. ayowing for her
go on don't stop there"
But she did stop there. looking down
at him with eyes like stars. all wonder
and tenderness and shining. girl.like.
with just CULVER of the pretty mouth.
Alas for the lie that came back TO
rooSt, accompanied by peremptory
Knocking on the pulpit panels and the
apparltion of very impatient young
man in n high collar.
Say. brother, amt YOU ever going
to give us that there recitation?"
III mas been unavoidahly poStnOn.
ed, said Matt hraZenly. rising. ms Miss
Marshall did the same He blended
win her to remain "A little longer but
she would not II seemed that by this
time the general would he rs a roorino
non, anu prudence dictated return
lhey found him not exactly roaring.
put certainly fretful. not to say crusty.
and his recognition of Matt was OF the
scanticSt
For heavens sake let us get out of
this place, he said. SmotherinC an ex-
pletlye You might have had some
thought Of the horses even If YOU
hadnt for me Come along"
"Oh papa, wait. I've invited Mr.
BFoughton TO have tea with us tomor-
roW-abont 1 Then she added TO
Matt Please come, won't vouY
shall hook forward 10 it," snapned
the general. with the manner OF per.
son temporarily blocked in burning
building. Good night. good night"
And with that and the pressure Of
slender. gloved hand. Matt was left
aione-nore alone so it seemed 10 him
than be had ever been before in his M.