Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-05-29

trance, he felt his confidence anc
courage slipping. Perhaps that may
explain the abruptness with which he
proceeded to 80 about the business
In hand.
II couldn't wait TIL tonight" he ex.
planned as she came slowly across
the room toward him. She was half
way to him before he awoke to the
fact that he was standing perfectly
still. Then he started forward. some
how impelled to meet her 1T least
hallway. you'll forgive me, Hetty
II have disturbed you"
Il was not lying down. Mr.. wran
DALI" she said quietly. There was
nothing ominous in the words, but he
experienced . sudden sensation OF
cold. Wont you cit down? Or would
you rather 90 out to the terrace?"
It's much moro comfortable here
II you don't mind IL suppose you
know what It - want to say to you
You"
EYES," she interrupted YEARLY;
and knowing as much. Mr.. wrandall
it would not be fair of me to lei
you 60 on"
mot fair7" he said, in honestamaze
ment. But, my dear. -
please. Mr.. Wrandall," she ex
claimed. with q pleading little smile
that would have touched the heart OF
anyone but Leslie. please don't &c
on. 1t is quite as impossible now as
it was before. have not changed"
He could only say. mechanically
"You HAVEN'T"
"No. am sorry If you have
thought that I might come to-"
Think. for heavens sake. think
what you are doing!" he cried, feeling
for the edge of the table with sup
port-seeking hand. IL had sara's
word that you were not"
Unfortunately Sara cannot speak
for me in matter Of this kind. Thank
you for the honor you would"
Honor be hanged" he blurted out
losing his temper. II love you! It's
a purely selfish thing with me, and
I'm bowed II consider it en- honor
to be refused by any woman. T."
"Mr. Wranda!l!" she cried, fixing
him with her flashing, indignant eyes
You are forgetting yourself" She
was standing very straight and slim
and imperious before him.
He quailed. I'll beg your pardon
~"
There is nothing more to be said.
she went on icily. "Goodby."
Would you mind telling me wheth'
er there is anyone else?" he asked, as
he turned toward the door.
DO you really feel that you have
the right to ask that question, Mr..
Wrandall?"
He wet his lips with his tongue.
Then, there is some one!" he cried,
rapping the table with his knuckles.
He didn't realize till afterward how
vigorously he raped. Some con
founded English nobody, suppose. :"
She smiled, not unkindly. There
is no English nobody. il that answers
your question"
Then. will you be kind enough to
offer . reason for not giving me .
fair chance In . clear field? think
it's due"
Cant you see how you are dis.
tressing me? Must again 60 through
that horrid scene in the garden1
Can't you take plaia no for an an.
swer?"
Good Lord" he gasped. and in
those two words he revealed the com.
plete overturning of = lifelong estt.
mate Of himself. It seemed to take
more than his breath away.
"Goodby." she said with finality.
He stared at the door through which
she disappeared, his hopes, his con-
ceit, his self-regard trailing sitter her
with shameless disloyalty to the
standards he had set for them. and
then, with rather CHASTITY smile Of
decentralization on his lips, he
slipped out Of the house, jumped into
the motor car, and gave a brief but
explicit command to the chauffeur
who lost no time in assisting his mas.
ter to turn tail in ignominious fight
Hetty was gloomily but resolutely
employed in laying out certain of hel
personal belongings, preparatory to