The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1913-11-05

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I'm pretty sure he's 4 German"
And Mir0vna:"
"Oh, less sure. I couldn't guess whet
she is. but possibly Pole or some
eastern European. She has 4 profile
like a Byzantine medal"
I've known awfully German kind of
Russians-stiT. autocratic and yet de
.ichtful
Yes. he might be Il Russian
oh. there it is. Political refugees
st:lte secretS-the !lyrmidulls OF the
car It's rs plain rs daylight. Matt:
hes a nihi,ist.'
IN awfully rich nihilist. Chris: 1t
hardly fits into ones ideas of him or
Mirovna. What. \ nihi.ist with an
ineShaustible supply of Bank OF Eng
land notes.:
How do you know he doesn't make
them himSelf:"
why. l should have been landed in
Jail 50 quick you couldn't have seen
my coattails."
Passing them:"
Yes. passing them
Il give it up. them Chris exclaimed
with a baffled little air. If yoE
couldn't have found it out in six years
| suppose | needn't expect to in six
minutes. But it just makes you burst
not to know. doesn't it,"
There's a worse problem still-what
is to become of me:''
us, Matt" she corrected him jeal-
ously; poor little hundred-and-twelve
dollar u.s.
Il might as we'll shoot myself as
stay on here There's nothing here
Chris, in this little backwater CT
place. What shall it be-east or west
try for deep water ship or strike
out boldly for Colorado or Wyoming or
sOmewhere?"
Go away?" she cried. mo, can't
let you go away-I can't, l can't, un
less you don't care-unless it's ALL
She broke off, looking at him poign
antly. only to be crushed in the
strong arms. overborne. blinded. pant
ing and deliciously helpless and Ill
used. Of course he loved her. loved
her better than anything in the world.
would crush her again for ever doubt
ing it. No, she had to admit how
cruel she had been, how wicked and
unkind: had to or he would hurt her
more. obstinate little wretch that she
was. But it seemed that she wasn't
an obstinate little wretch at all. only
terribly smothered and gaspingly eager
to be forgiven. and anyhow how was
she to know when he sat there so cold
and distant and talked about going
away-that he really and truly did love
her-as though anybody who loved
anybody would go away and leave
somebody to break her heart?
Nor was she clinging, useless, i'm
practical young lady person without
any sense or ideas. No. indeed, she
wasn't. They were in a very serious
predicament, and she meant to be
mouse to the poor, tattered, scared,
whiny lion and rescue him somehow.
To all of which Mr. Lion acceded
meekly, with a dawning sense that
there was Stronger nature than he
had dreamed behind those dark eyes
and courage and self reliance that
slammed him in the contrast.
unfortunately papa has to be left
out" she continued. General Mouse
would have a ft 1T the least notion of
my liking anybody who hadn't town
house and country house and yacht
and a castiron social position. studded
With iron nails and spiked on top. and
family heirooms that his great-grand
mother wore at Washington's inaugu-
ration. That's General houses view.
and he's likely to-sQueak terribly at 4
poor little hundred-and-twelv lar
lion. That's the bad part Of it: the
good is that when I'm tWenty-SiX |
come into my mothers money-three
SNUG old New York houses. flied with
dentists and doctors and subIetting oh
ladies who have seen better times
somewhere between $1,000 and $4,000
a year. Isn't that nice, Mr.. Lion.
Isn't that splendid: Come, cheer M.
and say it is worth waiting for. Yes,
two years and ten months TO wait. and
then fearful General Mouse rumpus
and me If you are still Of the same
nind-that is. and haven't gone off in
another direction: Though
"Oh. Chris
But this is n secret have to be
sure you love me first
"You know DO"
Put awfully, awfully well-better
than anything-just terribly"
Yes
Don't smile about it, I said terri
bly,"
Il was thinking of all that money: it
frfahten< me even while I'm glad-to
lie called fortune hunter and heaven
knows vhat-yet l didn't know: how
was to know: It's staggering. Chris.
II am trying TO get used 10 it; why.
we've can get married"
That's the secret-before then. per-
haps.
Before then: Oh Chris. Chris
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