The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1913-10-06

very shame
- must needs bs
coldly aloof. and discourage any atten
fions
But today when I read her letter
urging me to come TO Homewild fol
the month OF August. / mutinied. fol
there was the inevitable postscript
"Oh, Allene. Tom has invited the
dearest man In the world-next ts
himself-to spend the month with u.s.
We met him when we went west last
winter although Tom used to Know
him long ago in college He's just
your sort OF a man.
My sort OF a man. indeed; | don't
know. myself what sort that may be
I sat down in q white heat Of anger
and laid bare my pent-up feelings to
Nan.
received In reply such a dear little
note from Nan She was so sorry,
and she woud not match-make any
more, She and Tom had reconciled
themselves to the idea that ] was
heartwhole and fancy-free, and would
probably remain so, so I telegraphed
that ] would start tonight.
When ] reached the little station
near Homewild. my heart failed me
at beholding. in waiting with Nan and
Edgar a man. big and brown He was
introduced TO me in careless way by
Nan as Mr. Saltern. | was reassured
when che bade Edgar occupy the front
seat OF the touring car with him. and
she and took the back seat.
"who is he?" asked. in forbid
ding way
"Only Edgar's tutor" she replied.
"The lad got 30 behind in his studies
last year when he went with us, that
Tom engaged this man to coach him"
We had a lovely evening. There
was a soft misty rain what Edgar
called "drizzle-drazzIe, and we all
spent the evening within. Mr. Saltern
seems to be quite en- famile. He Is
such a strapping, manly fellow, I
shouldn't think tutoring would be his
line.
l never had such a delightful week
at Homewild. Such a quiet, restful
time am studying Spanish with Mr.
Saltern and Edgar. We three go on
excursions together. Ed ar explores
the woods and the river while his tn.
tor and sit on fallen los and he
reads Spanish
Tomorrow is my last day at Home
wild In peace and comfort, for Nan
has invited some people down. shall
continue to devote most of my time to
Spanish, however, as am making
such progress. and enjoy the study so
much, but it won't be quite the same
with curious people about We are go
ing for our last row on the river to-
night
We went far up the river last night,
and drifted back. He didn't have to
row. The light from moon Of pale
orange shone deep down in the river
and somewhere of in the wooded
shores. a mans rich tenor voice was
ringing forth. tho notes falling with
cadence. We we're talking
seriously about life. and the end Of my
visit. and then. don't remember how
he told me, bus the orange moon. the
lights in the river. the soft tapping of
the water against the boat, the dis
tant song and what he whispered to
me were all blended into one beauti-
tul whole.
After awhile he talked seriously
again. this time about himself and
his-I mean our--prospects. 1t seems
be has a big business, but it has come
to a atandstill pending the issue Of
lawsuit. and in the meantime he is
tutoring Edgar. In the fall he will
be in position 10 20 on with his busi-
ness. and at Christmas ! am going to
bis home with him
| told Nan this morning while he
had gone to the station with Tom to
BRING back the guests. To my surprise
the was greatly pleased Then she
ooked little frightened
"Oh. Allene, don't know how to
ell you. but he isn't Mr.. saltern. He
sn't Edgar's tutor don't look so
tern. dear. but he Is"
Jim Wilde. TOMS friend" replied.
,almiy.
"0h, Allene, how did you know? He
old 1ne he hadn't confessed yet"
Tell me first why he is here In
'ognito"
He was here when your awful let
er came. and | didn't know what to
10. ] read it to Tom, and he Just
cared, and handed It to Jim, and they |
lxed up this rcheme. It wasn't my
llan. felt guilty. but you we're hav.
ng such good time. couldn't spoil |
t.
And so. after all, ! had match
made for me BY my sIstorin-law.
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