The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1914-07-02

1t was then that she knew why the
world had been bleaker than usual,
even in it's cloak of gray.
A little before eleven she set out
briskly to intercept him at the gates.
Unknown to her, Sara sat in her
window, and viewed her departure
with gloomy eyes. The world also
was gray for her.
They came upon each other unex-
pectedly at sharp turn in the ave-
nue.. Hetty colored with sudden
rush of confusion, and had all she
could do to meet his eager, happy
eyes as he stood over her and pro-
claimed his pleasure In jerky, awk-
ward sentences. Then they walked
on together, a strange shyness at
tending them. She experienced the
faintness of breath that comes when
the heart is filled with pleasant
alarms. AS for Booth, his blood sang.
He thrilled with the Joy of being near
her. of the feel of her all about him,
of the delicious feminine appeal that
made her so wonderful to him. He
wanted to crush her in his arms, to
keep her there forever, to exert all
of his brute physical strength so that
she might never again be herself but
a part of him.
They uttered commonplaces. The
spell was on them. 1t would lift, but
for the moment they were powerless
to struggle against 1t. At length he
saw the color fade from her cheeks;
her eyes were able to meet his with
out the look in them that all men love.
Then he seemed to get his feet on the
ground again, and strange, ineffably
sweet sense of calm took possession
of him.
II must paint you all over again."
he said, suddenly breaking in on one
of her remarks. Just as you are
today-an outdoor girl, glorious out
door girl in"
"In muddy boots" she laughed.
drawing her skirt away to reveal a
shapely foot in an American walking
shoe.
He smiled and gave voice to new
thought. by Jove, how much better
looking our American shoes are than
the kind they wear in London!"
Sara insists on American shoes,
I think our boots are 30 villainous, do
your
Just the same, I'm going to paint
| you again, boots and all. You"
"Oh, how tired you will become of
mel"
TRY mel"
Besides, you are to do Sara at
once. She has consented to sit to
you. She will be wonderful, Mr..
Booth, oh, how wonderful"
There was no mistaking the SINGER.
ity of this rapt opinion.
Stunning" was his brief comment.
She was silent for long time, so
| long indeed that he turned to look
| at her.
"A thoroughly decent, fair minded
chap is Leslie Wrandall," he pro
nounced, for want of something bet
ter to say. Still. I'm bound to say
I'm sorry he is coming home tomor
row."
The red crept into her cheeks again
Il thought you were such pals" she
said nervously.
81 expect to be his best man If he
ever marriesr" said he, whacking q
stone at the roadside with his walk
ing stick. Then he looked up at hel
furtively and added, with quizzica
smile: UNLESS something happens"
What could happen?"
He might marry the girl I'm in
love with, and, in that case, I'd have
to be excused"
Where shall we walk to this morn
ing?" she asked abruptly. He haC
drawn closer to her in the roadway
'Is it too far to the old stone mill
That's where / first saw you, if yol
remember"
"Yes, let us go there" she said, bu
her heart sank. She knew what wa
coming. Perhaps it were best to hav'
it over with; to put it away with tn
things that were to always be he
lost treasures. 1t would mean tn
end of their companionship, the en-,
of love dream. She would have t
lie to him: to tell him she did no
love him.
Coming to the jog in the broad mat
adam, they were striking of into tn
narrow road that led to the quain
old mill long since abandoned in tn
forest glade beyond, when their atteI
ton was drawn to motor car, whic
was slowing down for the turn int
Sara's domain. A cloud of dust swaI
in the air far behind the machine.
|, A bare-headed man ON the seat b.
side the driver waved his hand
them, and two women in the tonnea
bowed gravely. Both Hetty an
, Booth flushed uncomfortably, and he
itated in their progress up the fore
!, road.
The man was Leslie Wrandall. H
mother and sister were in the bac