The Bourbon news., 1913-09-05

description of bore and a prig to
me-"
The next morning when she saw
Billy going to the station with his
mother, she almost wept.~
81 didn't know l was so fond Of
Billy!" she walled,
She had no buoyant spirits to
quench when the guest arrived. She
was so quiet and detected during din
ner that Philip Reeves finally aban-
doned his attempts to converse with
her.
Three wretehed days passed in
which Allene managed to maintain a
demeaDor that satisfied her fathers
ideas of decorum, although she felt
horribly unnatural. Then came the
reaction. Her father received an ur.
gent summons to a neighboring town
on business. With his departure, Al.
lene's strained dignity vanished
Where's Mr.. Reeves?" she asked
of the maid as she came into the
house from a drive.
He went to the factory" was the
reply.
Free and alone! She hadn't felt so
unrestrained since her childhood days.
She flew to the piano, and the room
rang with the maddest music in her
repertoire. Then her voice burst forth
in gay, little snatches of song that re-
vealed her exuberance of spirit.
AT vuhn chn noncn6 for hrnoth
a voice behind her said:
"Why haven't you played and sung
like that before?"
She wheeled about quickly on the
piano bench.
How long have you been in here?'
she asked family.
Il came at the first sound of the
music. 1t is just the kind / like.
am not educated up to classical
music
"Oh, I feel so much better Really,
| can't live up to papa's program any
longer"
What do you mean?" he demanded
Then impetuously and impulsively
she told him the department her ia.
ther had prescribed, and the heroic
efforts she had made to live up to it.
A most delightful week of pleasure
followed. Saddle horses, automobiles
and mountain wagon were brought in.
Il e for various excursions and pic.
mics. Allene found in Philip a man as
companionable as was Billy.
Crossing the lawn one day when the
weather had suddenly turned too cold
to permit of driving comfortably. AL
fene stepped on a stone, and stumbled
tits those absurd French-heeled
slippers!" exclaimed Philip indignant
ly. There ought to be a law against
their manufactured"
Therefore when Allene came down
stairs that evening, out of sheer per
~verseness, she chose her very most
extreme-heeled slippers.
On the sixth stair from the bottom
she utrned her foot tripped, and land
ed in heap on the hall floor.
When she opened her eyes, she was
in Philips arms as he sat before the
CRATE fire in the library. She was sc
very comfortable, she decided to close
her eyes again and postpone her com
ing to-" Then she felt him removing
her slippers.
HE thinks my ankle is broken ol
sprained!" she reflected, and was glaC
she had, put on her silken hose. She
! half opened her eyes, and to her hor
| ror sow him calmly committing hel
slippers to the flames.
She gave a little shrek of indigna
| ton and sat bolt upright
How dare you! My beautiful slip
pers!"
We'll, their destruction seems tt
| have brought you to consciousness, >
| he said coolly. II was afraid you hal
tainted for keeps. Is your ankle
| hurt?"
'Not bit!" she replied, essayinf
to get on her feet, but he held hel
fast
'No, Alene! Let me tell you some
thing.
| When he had told her she assuret
him she had loved him up to the time
he had burned her slippers. Now, il
was all changed.
They finally compromised in hal,
: French heels .,...,.a ,..asss,. ,sx..s