The daily sentinel., 1913-06-17

She was not given to analysis of her emotions.
Yvette. She only stared and sighed, and presently
undressed herself, and went to bed with queer
little smile twisting one corner of her mouth. She
did not sleep very much it is true, but an engage
nent involves certain amount OF excitement not
conducive OF slumber and Yvette had not expected
to sleep.
Next day she was the for wear, and
went upon her way with considerable calm.
Also, when Whiting next kissed her, she neglected
subsequently to erase it She was nothing like so
ardent he, it is true, but then as she explained
to him with lovely indifference, ardor is not the
you care the mos,1" said Yvette. Naturally.
"H'mph!" said Whiting After those brief crucial
moments at the opera. he had resained something
cation not untouched with cynieism. Il dare say
balance of power-ehP
turning her winkng solitaire about a cool white
finger, which says that there is always one who
Kisses and one who-how do you says-one who
presents the cheek. 1t is true suppose. And it
should be the man who kisses. Otherwise he might
grow tired
"H'mphi' said Whiting again. There's some-
thing in that of course-for 1irtations-and cpl
sodes This thing OF goes bit deeper-ehh
can't to myself getting tired in case you
Mind being kissed, Yvette"
But that is absurd" said Yvette, smiling.
"Yes-of course" said Whiting. He stroked his
cIean-shaven chin which yet but one chin.
and looked at Yvette out of keen, clear. gray eyes
His own smile had winning kindlinsss, but it
you're triae cold. faney--thats all"
Yvette looked at him swiftly and looked away.
"Oueer," said Whiting; "your eyes, now-but you
wouldn't have said you'd marry me unless you
cared-Yvette"
why should you suppose Yvette began
You're very beautiful" said Whiting. "and you're
young It's incredible that you shouldn't have stirred
insistent about it, but, my dear girl don't for Gods
i've mentioned! You'd do yourself very cruel
.'You seem to think" said Yvette, that it is i'm
possible should ld-eare--for--you."
qusi.e miracle, % # you like Nothng's impossible.
But can't seem to believe in my own happiness
and wish it might something's occur to you to .ouen
question Ever been anybody else, Yvette1"
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: Il have known great many men,.
And said Whiting: Eyes, of course that's what
was thnkingP Any of EN- leave scarf"
looked 4f for ON I her lips Not having found it. she
robably felt justified now in smiling and shaking
Thank Godw said Whiting rather suddenly.
Yvette turned pale.
Afterwards, when she remembered the CONVERSE
larry; but nothing resulted and the trousseau went
forward triumphantly Mrs. de la Fuente swan in
ns and matched aee She
with dressmakers, and bullied seamstresses Inc
line of hat 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 la Fuentes diamonds
found their way into the loan-shops fvette pro-
tested vainly
Il do not wish, mamma, that you should rum
yourself"
ain my trousseau were two dozen Of everything.
Upon my pettieoats even was real laee-and the
you have Il draped back or falling before the facet"
When Yvette had definite desire to express
upon this point, her mother reproached her tragic
rs it that you do not care? Unnatural child !
remember that l was mad with excitement for
wished the veil to fall / shed tears if tuck too
much was placed upon skrt-and had but hfteen
years"
did you perhaps hide your doll beneath the steps
of the altarS' inquired Yvctte. Then she kissed her
mother upon the cheek, and smiled She might
have been the lovely elder sister OF that other little
girl in veil and orange blossoms.
AT least" said Mrs, de la Fuente, signing before
approved. He found me wonderfully gowned All
men have eyes for chifons upon woman they
love Tonse will know veil is badly !, drapsda ped
Yvette "Wil he perhaps beat mamma"
She put on her hat while her mother was still
scoding wrapped herself in great soft black furs
went out to motor with Whiting upon wintry
road Those not unhappy days
Then the man back. believe there IS a
saying that this feat is not possible snl ne came
Ills name was Douglas Hays. and Whiting brought
him to call one Sunday afternoon
Yvette coming into the drawing room, halted
very little in her slow, gracious step. Her eyes
when they first fell upon his face widened and dark
cned. Perhaps a slow flush burned across her
cheek But she gave her hand unhesitatingiy.
"Yvette." said Whiting may present Mr. HaysF
Miss de la Fuente Mr.. Hays"
And Yvette smiled. - ~
II think" she said, that remember MI rays
The year / came out-was it not! .n
Mr.. Hays smiled in his turn. but somewhat stifiy.
His surprise wrote itself almost imPerceptiby upon
a lean, sunburned face. His eyes in that brown
nscrutable setting bright and blue Ike Jewels
"You've met bcfore?" said Whiting in pleasant
inquiry. .-,;...s
"Oute some time ago." the other man admitted:
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