Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1914-07-03
CHAPTER XIII.
The Second Encounter.

/ TIC oCCOnQ EuSOQHtOts
| Booth trudged rapidly homeward
after leaving Hetty at the 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 co
stacles--the bigger the better-for his
heart was valiant and the prize no
| smaller than those which the 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 we're 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.
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 a 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, y
| 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. won't
you come to dinner this EVENING""
He hesitated. I'm not quite sure
whether can, Vivian. I've got half
way sort Of"
ooh, do, old chap" cut in Leslie,
| more as a COMMAND than an entreaty.
Sorry l 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.
"T'll come, thank you," said he.
He felt disgustingly transparent un-
der that inquisitive glass.
Wrandail stepped out of the car.
''I1l stop off for chat with Brandy,
| mother"
Shall send the car back, dearT
Never mind. I'll walk down."
The two men turned in at the gate
as the car sped away.
WELL" said Booth, "it's good to see
you. Patti" He called through q base
ment window Come up and take the
gentleman's order"
| mo drink for me, Brandy. I've been
| in the temperance state Of Maine for
| two weeks. One week more of it 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 fill his pipe. Then he
struck match and applied it, Leslie
watching him with moody eyes.
How do you like the portrait, old
MANI" he inquired between punctu-
ating puffs.
Its bully. Sargent never did any.
thing finer. Ripping
Il owe it all to you, Les"
"To me?"
| "You induced her to sit to me-"
| $50 / did," said Leslie sourly. 81
was Mr.. Ffx-it sure enough" He al.
lowed a short interval to elapse be-
fore taking the plunge. 81 suppose
old chap, if / should happen TO need
your valuable services as best man
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. Il mean to say
on some one--wel, some one not
quite up to the mark"
Leslie regarded him with some Sc
verify. "Of course not, old chap
: What the devil put that into your
head?'
Il thought that possibly you'd been
making a chump of yourself up in
the Maine woods"
"Pifhs, Don't be an ass. What's
the sense pretending you don't know
who she Is"
81 suppose it's Hetty Castleton. =
said Booth. putting away at his pipe
who elsef"
Think she'll have you, old man r.
asked Booth, after a moment.
81 don't know" replied the other
bit dashed You might wish me
luck, though"
Booth knocked the burnt tobacco
from the bowl of his pipe. A serious
line appeared between his eyes. He
was a fair-minded fellow, without