The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1914-05-09

| Il wonder If he can be the man l
saw yesterday at the bridge" unused
Hetty. is he tall?"
Il really can't say. He's rather
vague. 1t was six or seven years ago."
1T was left that Mr. Wrandall is to
| come out on the eleven-thirty," ex-
planned Hetty. 81 thought you wouldn't
like sending either of the motors in"
And Mr.. BOOTH"
1--WE are to send for him after Mr..
Wrandall arrives. He is stopping at
thu inn, wherever that may be-"
Poor fellow" sighed Sara. with a
| grimace. Il am sure he will like US
immensely If he has been stopping at
| the inn"
blazing logs for a full minute before
| giving expression to the thought that
troubled her
Sara" she said, meeting her
friends eyes with a steady light in her
own, why did Mr. Wrandall ask for
me instead of you? 1t is you he Is
coming to visit, not me. 1t is your
house. why should
My DEAR" said Sara glibly, 81 am
| merely his sister-in-law. II wouldn't
be necessary to ask me il he should
come. He knows he is welcome"
Then why should he feel called up
on to"
Some men like to telephone. sup
pose," said the other coolly.
81 wonder il you will ever under
stand how | feel about-about certain
things. Sara"
What, for instance?"
well, his very evident interest in
me-" cried the girl hotly. He sends
me flowers-this is the second box
this week-and he Is so kind, so very
friendly, Sara, that l can't bear it
really can't"
Mrs. Wrandall stared at her. You
can't very well send him about his
business" she said. unless he be-
comes more than friendly. Now. can
you?"
But. 1t seems 500 horrible. so
beastly," groaned the girl.
Sara faced her squarely. See here,
Hetty." she said levelly, I'VE have
made our bed. you and l. We must lie
In it-together. II Leslie Wrandall
chooses to fall in love with you. that
Is his affair, not ours. We must face
every condition. In plain words. we
must play the game"
What could be more appalling than
to have him fall in love with me?"
THE other way round would be
more dramatic. should say"
Good God Sara" cried the girl in
horror. How can you even speak Of
such a thing"
After all, why shouldn't" began
Sara, but stopped in the middle of her
| suggestion. with the result that it had
its full effect without being uttered in
so many cold-blooded words. The girl
| shuddered.
l wish, Sara, you would let me I'M
burden myself completely to you," she
pleaded, Selling her friends hands.
You have forbidden me"
Sara jerked her hands away. Her
eyes flashed. 81 do not want to hear
it." she cried fiercely. Never, meyer!
Do you understand? It is your secret.
| | will not share 1t with you. I should
hate you If l knew everything. AS it
is, / love you because you are a wom-
an who suffered at the hand of one
who made me suffer. There is moth
ing more to say. Don't bring up the
subject again. l want to be your
friend for ever, not your confidante.
There Is a distinction. You may be
able to see how very marked it is in
our case. Hetty. What one does not
know, seldom hurts"
But l want to justify myself"
1T isn't necessary" cut In the other
SO peremptor1ly that the girls eyes
spread into look Of anger. Where
| upon Sara Wrandall threw her arm
about her and drew her down beside
her in the chaise-lounge. Il didn't
mean to be harsh" she cried. I'VE
must not speak Of the past that's all.
The future Is not likely to hurt US,
dear. Let US avoid the past"
The future!" sighed the girl. star.
ing blankly before her.
ITO appreciate what 1t Is to be-"
said the other, you have but to think
of what 1t might have been"
81 know" said Hetty. In a low
voice. And yet I sometimes wonder
If"
Sara interrupted. You are paying
me, dear, instead OF the law" she said
gently. Il am not q harsh creditor
am II"
MY life belongs to you I give I,
cheerfully, even gladly"
80 you have said before. Well, II
1t belongs to me, you might at least
permit me to develop it as / would any
other possession. | take 1t as an in
vestment. 1t will probably fiuctuate.'
Now you are jesting!"
Perhaps" said Sara laconically.
The next morning Hetty set forth
for her accustomed tramp over the
roads that wound through the estate
Sara, the American, dawdled at home
resenting the chill spring drizzle thai
did not in the least discourage the
Englishwoman.
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