The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1913-03-31

der Rebecca's long lashes and strik-
ing the lilies on her breast, linger
there like a shining dewdrop. Under
| cover of her light laughter and ap-
parent happiness, the girl was sad.
| Stanfield's eyes watched hr intntly.
He was shrewd lawyer, famous for
his keen insight into other people s
| hearts, but Rebecca baffled him and
| the news of her sudden departure was
annoying. By some means she must
be indused to stay longer. He want
| ed to study her case. Her fathers
estate had been SO involved that when
| matters had been adjusted there was
only a small income left for Rebecca
and her mother. Her Aunt Margaret,
whose fortune Rebecca would eventu-
ally inherit, had offered the two a
I home with her, but they had decided
to remain in the little town where
! they had lived for years. On the first
night of her arrival on a visit to her
Aunt Margaret, Rebecca had laugh
ingly confided to Stanfield that she
had never been rushed in her life.
1T is true that L am plain she
asserted, but 1 have always been
well dressed, and father was a very
rich man, yet somehow I have never
been blessed with the excitement of
ahving many men in love with me-
AT the same time" her Aunt Mar
garet had added smiling, why don't
you start a rush for her here, Bob?
If you paid court to a girl every man
in town would try to do it, just to
find out what had attracted you at
last In that way we can marry Re-
becca off handsomely and she and
her mother won't have to give up all
the luxuries they love-
So Stanfield and Rebecca had
areed and the fun began the very
next day. Stanfield knew how to
treat women we'll, and he apparently
used every means to make people
believe that he loved Rebecca. AS he
sat looking across the roses at her he
reflected that although she could
have her choice of all the eligibles in
her Aunt Margarets exclusive set,
the right prince had not found her
slipper. That was a clew. He would
set himself to find out who was the
right man. The voice of the musician
startled him.
What are we waiting for, you and I,
A pleading look, sitting cry
Goodbye forever, bye"
ITO the right prince!' said STAN
field, and lifted sparkling glass.
Rebecca, her head on one slender
hand, listening intently to the music,
did not hear. He touched her arm
softly and she looked up at him
slowly as child wakes from a dream.
will you drink with me to the
She smiled and drank. Then lift
ing her own glass automatically said
May he know that he is the right
princei"
Stanfield drained his glass, won
dering. A little later he went to
Tom Bra bson. He was the only man
he knew who had not rushed Re-
becca. After a few adroit questions,
he found that Brabson was engaged
to a shallow Drained little debutante
OF that season. Puzzled, he looked
around, conscious that it was a weary
world and full of women all alike,
with the exception of Rebecca with
her youth, her charm and her won
derful understanding. She was the
only girl he had ever known who al
ways exercised common sense Who
was her right prince?
On the way home in his big limou-
sine he turned to her with ques-
ton See here eRebeeca, how am |
going to get along without you when |
You go home?,
of brakes suddenly applied, then |
crash. Stanfield threw his arms |
around Rebecca to shield her from |
flying. glass.
The apologize voice of the chauf-
feur came: please, sir a reckless |
fellow ran into me- The car isn't |
damaged much, just the glass broken |
Shall 1 go on?"
Yes" When Rebecca stirred and |
would have Strengthened up, Stan |
field only held her closer. "Rebec- |
ca, he whispered softly, Il love you. |
L want you. Who is the right prince? |
This rushing hasn't been in fun" but |
he knew that not until the minute |
when he held her in his arms had he |
been conscious of his love for her
GU are the right prince came
the quiet answer.
What if this machine hadn't been
Jared and in a moment of excite
ment 1 dared to hope that YOU would |
be mine? What then, sweetheart"
Il would have Jared you myself,
laughed Rebecca happily-(Copy-
righted 1913 by the Mcclure News
paper Syndicate