The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1914-06-18

ty, and they are all pleased with the
arrangement"
'Tf she'll have me-" he said with q
wink, as II to say there wasn't any
use doubling it. They're tickled to
DEATH"
"vivian?"
'viv's q snob. She says Hetty's
much too good for me, blood and bone.
What business, says she, has a Wran-
dali aspiring to the descendant Of
Henry the Eighth"
What"
"The Murgatroyds go back to old
Henry, straight as a plummet. Cad,
what vivvy doesn't know about Brit
sh aristocracy isn't worth knowing.
She looked IL up the time they tried to
convince her she ought to marry the
duke. But she's fond of Hetty. She
says she's a darling. She's right:
Hetty is too good for me-"
Sara swished her gown about and
rose gracefully from the chaise-
Tongue. Extending her hand to him
she said, and he was never to forget
the deep thrill in her voice:
We'll, wish you good luck, Leslie.
Don't take no for an answer"
Lord, IL she should say no." he
gasped, confronted by the possibility
Of such stupidity on Hetty's part
you don't think she will?"
Her answer was a smile OF doubt,
the effect of which was to destroy his
tranquility for hours.
"It Is time for luncheon. ! suppose
we'll have to interrupt them. Perhaps
1t is just as well, for your sake" she
said tauntingly.
He grinned, but 1t was a sickly ef-
tort.
You're the one to spoil anything Of
that sort" he said, with some as
cerbity.
"I?
Certainly" he said with so much
meaning in the word that she flushed.
Hetty and Booth came into view at
hat instant. The painter was laying
soft, filmy scarf over the girls bare
shoulders as he followed close behind
her.
"Hello!" he cried, catching sight of
Wrandall. "Train late, old chap?
We've been expecting you for the last
hour How are your"
| He came up with a frank, genuine
smile of pleasure on his lips, his hand
extended. Leslie rose to the occasion.
His self-esteem was larger than lis
grievance. He shook Booths hand
heartily, almost exuberantly.
Didn't want to disturb you, Bran
dy," he cried, cheerily. Besides, Sara
wouldn't let me-" He then passed on
to Hetty, who had Jagged behind.
Bending low over her hand, he said
something commonplace in a very low
tone, at the same time looking slyly
out of the corner Of his eye to see If
Booth was taking 1t all in. Finding
that his friend was regarding him rath-
er fixedly, he obeyed sudden impulse
and raised the girls slim hand to his
lips. AS suddenly he released her I'm
gers and Strengthened up with a look
of surprise in his eyes; he had dis
tinctly heard the agitated catch in her
throat. She was staring at her hand
in stupefied sort of way, holding 1t
rigid before her eyes for a moment
before thrusting 1t behind her back
as If 1t were a thing to be shielded
from all scrutiny save her own.
you must not kiss 1t again, Mr..
Wrandall," she said in low, intense
voice. Then she passed him by and
hurried up the stairs, without so much
as glance over her shoulder.
In inlx in, ofA toh ~
a sudden there swept over him the
unique sensation of shyness-most
unique in MIN. He had never been
ashamed before i'll all mis- life Now
he was curiously conscious of having
overstepped the bounds, and for the
first time to be shown his place by a
! girl. This to him, who had no
( scruples about boundary lines.
All through luncheon he was vola-
tile and gay. There was bright spot
in his cheek, however, that betrayed
him to Sara, who already suspected
the temper of his thoughts. He talked
aeroplaning without cessation, direct
yet thrilled with pleasure each time
Hetty laughed at his sallies. - He was
beginning to feel like a half-baked
schoolboy In her presence, a most de-
plorable state of affairs he had to
admit.
+ "If you hate the trains so much,
and your automobile is out of whack,
why don't you try volplaning down
from the Metropolitan tower?" de-
manded Booth in response to his lugu-
brious wall against the beastly luck
of having to go about in railway
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