The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1914-11-12

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be cble to wish you good luck"
He stared. You don't mean to say
she'd be fool enough" he began in
credulously, but caught himself up In
time. "Of course, I'd have to take my
chances" he concluded, with more hui
mility than she had ever seen him dis
play. DO you know Of any one else?"
NO" she said seriously. "She doesn't
confde In me to that extent, l fear.
I've never asked"
DO you think there was any one
back there in England?" He put it
In the past tense. so to speak, as II
there could be no question about the
present.
"Oh, dare say"
He was ~regaining his complacency.
That's neither here nor there" he
declared. The thing | want you to dc,
Sara, is to rush this ~confounded por-
trait. | don't like the idea, not a little
bit"
Il don't blame you for being afraid
OF the attractive Mr.. Booth" she said,
with a significant lifting Of her eye
brows.
I'm going to have It over with be-
fore ! go up to town, my dear girl" he
announced, In a m~atter-of-fact way.
I've given the whole situation a
deuce OF a lot of thought, ard I've
made up my mind to do it. I'm not
the sort. you know, to delay matters
ice my minds mado up. BY Jove,
Sara. you ought to be pleased. I'm
not such a rotten catch. II I DO say 1t
who shouldn't"
She was perfectly still for a long
time, SO still that she did not appear
to be breathing. Her eyes grew dark
er, more mysterious. If he had taken
the pains to notice, he would have seen
that her fingers were rigid.
II am pleased" she said, very gently.
She could have shrieked the words.
How she hated all these SNUG Wran-
dalls!
Il came to the decision yesterday"
he went on, tapping the arm OF the
chair with his finger tips, as If timing
his words with care and precision.
Spoke to dad about it at lunch. I
was coming out on the five o'clock, as
I'd planned, but he seemed to think
I'd better talk it over with the mater
first. Not that she would be likely to
kick up q row, you know, but-well.
for policy's sake. See what | mean!
Decent thing to do, you know. She
never quite got over the way you and
Chal stole a march on her. God knows
I'm not like Chal."
Her yes narrowed again. mo" she
said, you are not like your brother"
"Chal was all right, mind you in
what he did" he added hastily. noting
the look. Il would do the same. pom
my soul I would, II there were any
senseless objections raised In M
case. But, of couse, 1t was right for
mo to talk it over with her. just the
same. So I stayed in and rave them
all the chance TO say what they
thought of me-and, incidentally, Of
Hetty. Quite the decent thing, don't
you think? A fellows mother is his
mother, after all. See what mean?"
"She is quite satisfied, then, that
you are not throwing yourself away on
Miss Castleton," said Sara, with a
deep breath. which he mistook for a
sigh.
"Oh, trust mothef 60 nose into
things. She knows Miss Castleton's
pedigree from the ground up. There's
Debrett, you see. What's more, you
can't fool her in q pinch. She knows
blood when she sees it. Father hasn't
the same sense Of proportion, however.
He says you never can tell"
Sara was startled. What do you
mean"
"Oh. It's nothing to speak of; only a
way he has of grinding mother once
in q while. He uses you as an exam
pie to prove that you never can tell,
right. You have upset every n Of
her pet theories. She sees it now, but
-whew! She couldn't see 1t In the
old days. could she?"
II fear not" said she in a low voice.
Her eyes sm~ouldered. 1T is quite nat
ural that she should not want you to
make the mistake your brother made"
"Oh, please don't put it that way,
Sara. You make me feel like a con-
founded prig. because that's what 1t
comes to, with them, don't you know.
And yet my attitude has always been
clear to them where you're concerned
l was strong for you from the begin
ming. All that silly rot about"
please, pleased" she burst out.
Quivering oil over.
Il beg your pardon" he stammered.
"You-you know how / mean it. dear
girl"
please leave me out OF 1t. Leslie"
she said, collecting herself. After a mo-
ment she went ON calmly: And 80 you
are going to marry my poor little het-
ty, and they are al, pleased with the
arrangement"
III she'll have me-" he said with q
wink, as II to say there wasn't any
use doubling 1t. They're tickled to
DEATH"
"vivian?"
"viv's o snob. She says hetty's
much too good for me. blood ant bone.
What business. says she. has a Wran-
sail aspiring to the descendant 4
Sfsnry the Eishtk:s
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