The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1913-08-09


Little Miss Blythe had many
brothers and sisters; no money.
as we reckon money: and
only such prospects as she
herself might choose from ip-
Vulnerable offers. She was
little; her figure looked best
in athletic clothes dow neck
didn't do well with her. be-
cause her face was tanned so
brown and she was strong
and quick as a pony. All the
year round she kept herself
il. the pink OF condition
("overkep, herself" some
said. dancing. walking. run
ming, swimming. playing all
games and eating to match.
She had a beautiful elean-cut
face. not delicate and to be
hidden and eoaxed by wells
and soft things, but face
that looked beautiful above a
severe Elton collar. and at any
distance.
Foolish people said that she
had no heart. merely because
no one had as yet touched IL.
Wise people said that when
she did fall in love. sparks
would fly.
Nothing would have aston
ished her world more than
to learn that little Miss
Blythe had secret. darkly
hidden quality OF which she
was dreadfully ashamed. AT
heart she was nothing If not
sentimental and romantic.
And often when she was
thought TO be sleeping the
dreamless sleep OF the trained
athlete who stores up energy
for the morrow's contest, she
was sitting at the windows
in her nightgown. looking at
the moon and weaving all
sorts of absurd adventures
about herself and her partic-
ular fancy OF the moment.
And at % il was high time
for her TO marry and settle
down. First, because she
couldn't 90 on playing games
and showing horses forever.
and, second. because she
wanted to. Blu, with whom
she wanted to marry and set
tic down she could not for
the life OF her have said.
Sometimes she thought that
il would be with Mr.. Blag-
don. He was rich and he was
a widower; but wherever she
went he managed to 60. and
he had some of the finest
horses in the world. and he
wouldn't take no for an
answer. Sometimes she said
to the moon:
"I'll give myself a year. and
il at the end of that time /
don't like anybory better than
Bob, why :" Or. IN
a different mood. I'm tired OF
everything I do; il he hap
pens TO ask me tomorrow I'll
say yes"
Then there came into this
young woman's life Mister
Masters. And he blushed his
blush and smiled his crooked
smile and looked at her when
she wasn't looking at him
(and she knew that he was
looking) and was unable to
say as much as boo" to her;
and in the hidden springs OF
her nature that which she
had always longed for hap
pened, and became, and was.
And one night she said to the
moon: II know il isn't
proper for me to be so at
tentive to him, and / know
e, erybody is talking about it,
but" and she rested her
beautiful brown chin on her
shapely. strong. brown hands,
and a tear like a diamond
stood in each OF her unbeliev-
ably blue eyes, and she looked
at the moon, and said: But
it's Harry Masters, or-bust!"
Mr.. Bob Blagdon, the rich
widower, had played a wait
ing game; he knew very well
that beneath her good nature
little Miss Blythe had a proud
temper and was to be won
by the man who should make
himself indispensable to her.
She is an honest girl, he told
himself, and she is always put
ting herself under obligations
to me. Let her ride down
lovers lane with young Blank
or young Dash. she will not
be able to forget that she is
on my favorite mare.
Miss Blythe liked him be-
cause she was used to him
ar because he could talk
sense. But she was afraid
OF him because she knew he
expected her to marry him
some day, and because she