The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1913-12-04


Used you or not Samson was
pretty good, but that mask annoyed
| him. So you see-but honestly Alb
bott, doesn't all this make you feel just
wee bit different about me?"
ut makes me want to kiss you,
Fran"
ut makes you'-she gasped-"want
to do-that? Why. Abbott! Nothing
can save you"
I'm afraid not" he agreed.
The car was swinging at the highest
reach of the wheel The engine
stopped
She opened her eyes very wide. I'D
think you'd be afraid of such a world
famous lion-trainer," she declared.
drawing back "Some have been, !
assure YOU"
I'm not afraid" Abbott declared,
drawing her toward him. He would
have kissed her, but She covered her
face with her hands and bent her head
instinctively.
"Up!" cried Abbott. Cup, Samson,
up!"
Fran laughed hilar!ously. and lifted
her head She Looked at him through
her fingers. Her face was garden of
businesses. She pretended to roar
but the result was not terrifying; then
she obediently held up her mouth.
after ALL" said Fran, speaking
somewhat indistinctly, you haven't
told why you ran away to leave poor
Fran guessing where you'd gone. Do
you know how | love you Abbott"
Il think | know"
1t w2s good while later that Alb
bott said LAS to why | left Little.
burg: Bob knew of a private school
that has just been incorporated as a
college. A teachers needed, one with
ideas of the new education-the edu-
cation that teaches us how to make
books useful to life, and not life to
books-the education that teaches
happiness as well as words and fig.
ures just the kind that you didn't find
at my school, little rebel! Bob was an
old chum of the man who owns the
property SO he recommended me, and
| went. It's a great chance, a magnifi-
cent opening. The man was SO pleased
with the way talked-he's new to the
business, so that must be his excuse
that | am to be the president"
Fran's voice came rather family
"Hurrah! But you are to be far. far
above my reach, Just as | prophesied
Don't you remember what | said to
you during our drive through Sure
Enough Country"
"And that isn't ALL" said Abbott.
looking straight before him, and pre-
tending that he had not heard. In
that town-TahTelah, Okla.,-I discov-
cred, out in the suburbs, cottage
the dearest little thing-as dear as
4. as Mr.. Smookins; just big
enough for a girl like Fran. | rented
it at once-of course, 1t oughn't to be
standing there idle-there's such
fragrant flower garden-I spent some
time arranging the grounds as | think
you'll like them. | didn't furnish the
cottage, though. Women always like
to select their own carpets and things,
and"
Frans face was a dimpled sea Of
pink and crimson waves, with starry
lights lin her black eyes for signal
lights. ooh, you king of hearts," she
exclaim ned. And shall we have a
church wedding, and just kill. 'em?"
Abbott laughed boyishly. "No-you
must remember that your connection
with show-life is at an end"
"But-and then-and So" cried
Fran rapturously, I'm to have a home
after all, with flower gardens and
carpets and things-a sure-enough
home-Abbott, home with you!
Don't you know, it's been the dream OF
my life Toto"
Abbott was inexpressibly touched
Yes, I was just thinking of what
heard you say, once-to belong tc
somebody"
Fran slipped her arms about his
neck. "And what somebody! TO be-
long to you. And to know that my
home is our home. :"
Abbott, with sober sense of his
unWorthiness. embraced her silently.
From far below came a sudden
sound, making it's way through the
continuity of the street-uproar. 1t was
the chugging of the engine ,s.-.e,
= The wheel began to revolve.
Down they came-down-down-
Fran looked up at the moon. Good
by" she called, gaily. "The world is
good enough for mel"
(THE END