Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1914-08-14
CHAPTER kin.
The Second Encounter.

after leaving Hetty at this lodge. He
was throbbing all over with the love
of her The thrill of conquest was in
his blood. She had raised mysteri-
Gus barrier; all the more zest to the
inevitable victory that would be his.
He would delight in overcoming OBJ
stacles--the bigger the better-for his
heart was valiant and the prize no
smaller than those which tie ancient
knights went out to battle for in the
| lists OF love.
1t was enough for the present to
know that she loved him.
What If she were Hetty Glynn
What If she had been an artists
model? The look he had had into the
soul of her through those pure blue
eyes was all-convincing. She was wor-
thy of the noblest love.
1 After luncheon-served with some
evaporation by Patrick an hour and a
half later than usual--he smoked his
| pipe on the porch and stared reminis-
Gently at the shifting clouds above the
tree tops.
He did not see the Wrandall motor
at his garden gate until lusty voice
brought him down from the clouds into
the range of earthly sounds. Then
he dashed out to the gate. bareheaded
and coatless, forgetting that he had
been sitting in the obscurity of trailing
vines and purple blossoms the while
he thought of her.
Leslie was sitting on the wide seat
between his mother and sister.
Glad to see you back. old man"
said Booth, reaching in to shake hands
with him. DAY early, aren't you
Good afternoon, Mrs. Wrandall. Won't
you come in?"
He looked at Vivian as he gave the
invitation.
mo, thanks" she replied. Wont
you come to dinner this EVENING""
He hesitated. I'm not quite sure
whether can. Vivian. I've got half
way sort Of"
"Oh, do, old chap" cut in Leslie,
more as a command than an entreaty.
Sorry I can't be there myself. but
| you'll fare quite as well without me.
I'm dining at Sara's. Wants my pri-
vate ear about one thing and another
see what mean?"
I'VE shall expect you, Brandon, !"
said Mrs. Wrandall, fixing him with
her lorgnette.
IN come, thank you," said he.
He felt disgustingly transparent UNI
der that inquisitive glass.
1 Wropdoll c4onrNad ont - %h~ -
It'll stop off for chat with Brandy,
mother"
Shall send the car back, dearf"
Never mind. I'll walk down."
The two men turned in ae the gate
as the car sped away.
Well" said Booth, "it's good to see
you. Patti" He called through base
ment window. Come up and take the
gentleman's order"
NO drink for me. Brandy. I've been
| in the temperance state OF Maine for
two weeks. One week more OF 1t and
I'd have been completely picked !
shall always remember Maine"
Booth sat down on the porch rail,
hooked his toes in the supports and
proceeded to I'LL his pipe. Then he
struck match and applied 1t. Leslie
watching him with moody eyes.
How do you like the portrait, old
man?" he inquired between punctu-
ating puffs.
It's bully. Sargent never did amp
thing finer. Ripping"
Il owe 1t all to you, Les"
ITO me?"
You induced her to sit to me-"
$50 I did," said Leslie sourly. -
was Mr.. Fix-it sure enough" He all
lowed a short interval to elapse be
fore taking the plunge 81 suppose
old chap. II should happen to need
your valuable services as best mar
in the near future, you'd not disap
point me?'
Booth eyed him Quizzically. Il trust
you're not throwing yourself away
Les" he said drily. 81 mean to say
on some one-well, some one not
quite up to the mark"
: Leslie regarded him with some se
} verify. "Of course not, old chan
What the devil put that into YOU
! head?"
Il thought that possibly you'd beer
making q chump of yourself up In
1 the Maine woods"
! ''Pifhel Don't be an ass. What,
, the sense pretending you don't know
who she is?'
, Il suppose it's Hetty Casteton.
said Booth, putting away at his pine
, who else7'
Think she'll have you. old mani
asked Booth, after moment
y don't know" replied the other
I a bit dashed. You might wish me
I luck, though"
Booth knocked the burnt tobacco
from the bowl of his pipe. A serious
line appeared between his eyes. He