The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1914-06-19

| L. EE.-5 ME Travis ABSORB
his attention with
her Irish wit and fascination. Con-
stance went through an eternity Of
torture before she plucked up courage
to take down her hands. remove her
pumps and slide away
| Soon she was safe out of sight She
stopped near q swift little brook
where the sunset was mirrored rosily
In the clear water. The stiffness of
the woods soothed her a little. and
she began to plan how she could find
the others and get home without &C
cepting Henry's escort. They were
all in pairs, and some one would in
had brought Mamie.
| Her shoes still in her hand, she sat
down. curling her feet under her, the
thought striking her with shame that
she loved Henry Peyton before he
had spoken Of love to her!
AS she sat there she heard a crash
In the bushes and in a moment Jack
Manning. whom she hated. came
staggering up to her.
Hello! Guess you and I'll have to
console each other. We seem to be
deserted" He seated himself beside
her. scanning her Admiringly with his
bold. dark eyes.
She flushed in distress.
Say, little one, I'll take of my
shoes, too. and we'll 60 wading. Is
that what you came for?" She shook
her head.
Il don't like you. Go away! Please
| I'm tired and want to think"
you can think when you're older
and not SO pretty. Trimmings no job
for beauty-come, console me for
Mamie. She wouldn't mind consoling
. fellow"
Constance jumped up, snatching her
shoes. and ran away from him as fast
as she could. 1t was growing dusk
and she was timid-indeed deathly
afraid, but Of him more than OF a
whole lonely forest. He looked after
her moment, bit of the end of a
fresh cigar and muttered to himself:
Turned down, Ell? Went too fast
with her. Is Peyton crazy to forget
| peach like that for-Mame?" He lit
his cigar and sauntefed on. Finally
| he found the others grouped under the
| trees preparing to go home.
Presently Henry brought Mamie
| back, the. girl sober-faced. her eyes a
! little red but the man was very quiet
where's Constance?" he demanded.
Mrs. Turner, the chaperon, did not
| know.
Il think you're the one to know"
she remarked, significantly, and it's
getting dark. Better look for her
| saw her go off by herself" Henry
| strobe off.
half hour later in the deep dusk,
thoroughly alarmed, he was still
searching. He called her name aloud,
but she did not answer What had
become Of her? His heart failed him.
| Why had he left her even a moment =?
Why had he bothered to save girl
like Name from her own undoing II
she wanted to play with Manning till
a good chap like Thorne was sick of
her-it was her business.
| Constance" he called "Connie,"
Then going around big tree, he came
upon her white little figure huddled
against the trunk. Her hands In her
absurd fashion we're over her ears.
She was crying softly. He rushed up
to her, taking down her hands and
shaking her bit from sheer relief to
find her safe.
"Connie-darling you frightened
me to death! What made you hide?'
He drew her toward him, but she
freed herself firmly, shaking her head.
Constance! You-know love
you. | didn't intend to tell you yet
but it's out now. Don't you-care for
me at all?"
You -making-love to her
under a tree-I saw-but | didn't
listen"
The man laughed and again drew
her to him despite herself.
Making love to Mamie Travis? I'm
not fool. | was lecturing her within
an inch of her life about that scamp
Manning! Perhaps she was not worth
ir-Dut I've known her long time"
Constance chung close to him.
He came down to the brook and
| bothered mel ran away"
III settle with him, Connie. But
do you love me, dear?"
She leaned willingly against him.
"You-know | do" she said. You
know. VIII you take me home now?'
He had just tucked her hand under his
arm when the others came looking for
them both. Together they walked to-
ward the trolley line, and the night
was sweet to them.
| Copyright. 1914. by the Mcclure Newspa
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