The public ledger. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1913-1968, 1914-05-23
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| 1T is time for luncheon. suppose
we1l have to interrupt them. Perhaps
1t is just as well. for your sake" she
said tauntingly.
He grinned, but 1t was a sickly eff
fort.
You're the one to spoil anything Of
that sort" he said. with some as
cerbity.
"I?"
Certainly" he said with so much
meaning in the word that she flushed
Hetty and Booth came into view at
that instant. The painter was laying
a soft, fllmy scarf over the girls bare
shoulders as he followed close behind
her.
"Hello!" he cried, catching sight OF
Wrandall. Train late, old chapH
We've been expecting you for the last
hour. How are your"
He came up with frank, genuine
smile of pleasure on his lips. his hand
extended. Leslie rose to the occasion.
His self-esteem was larger than his
grievance. He shook Booths hand
heartily, almost exuberantly.
Didn't want to disturb you, Bran.
dy," he cried, cheerily. Besides, Sara
wouldn't let me-" He then passed on
to Hetty, who had Jagged behind.
Bending low over her hand, he said
something commonplace In a very low
tone, at the same time looking slyly
out OF the corner OF his eye to see II
Booth was taking 1t all ink Finding
that his friend was regarding him rath-
er fixedly, he obeyed q sudden impulse
and raised the girls slim hand to his
lips. AS suddenly he released her fin
gers and Strengthened up with look
of surprise in his eyes; he had dis
tinctly heard the agitated catch in her
throat. She was staring at her hand
in a stupefied sort OF way, holding II
rigid before her eyes for a moment
before thrusting 1t behind her back
as II 1t we're a thing to be shielded
from all scrutiny save her own.
You must not kiss It again, Mr..
Wrandall." she said In a low, intense
voice. Then she passed him by and
hurried up the stairs, without so much
as a glance over her shoulder.
He blinked in astonishment All OF
a sudden there swept over him the
unique sensation of shyness--most
unique in him. He had never been
ashamed before in all his life. Now
he was curiously conscious OF having
overstepped the bounds, and for the
first time to be shown his place by
girl. This to him, who had no
scruples about boundary lines.
All through luncheon he was vola
tile and gay. There was bright spot
in his cheek, however, that betrayed
him to Sara, who already suspected
the temper Of his thoughts. He talked
aeroplaning without cessation, direct
ing most Of his conversation to Booth,
yet thrilled with pleasure each time
Hetty laughed at his sallies. He was
beginning to feel like a half.baked
schoolboy in her presence, a most ue-
plorable state of affairs he had to
admit.
"If you hate the trains so much,
and your automobile is out of whack,
why don't you try volplaning down
from the Metropolitan tower?" de-
manded Booth in response to his lugu.
brious wall against the beastly luck
OF having to go about in railway
coaches with lot of red-eyed, nose
blowing people who hadn't got used
to their spring underwear yet.
Sinister suggestion, | must say"
he exclaimed. You must be eager to
see my life blood scattered all over
creation. But, speaking Of volplaning
I've had three lessons this week Next
week Bronson says I'll be flying like
a gull. Cad, it's wonderful I've had
two tumbles, that's all-little ones,
of course-net result a barked knee
and peeled elbow"
Watch out you're not flying like
an angel before you get through with
it, Les" cautioned the painter. 81 see
that a well-known society leader In
Chicago was killed yesterday"
"Oh, love the danger there is In
it." said Wrandall carelessly. That's
what gives zest to the sport"
81 love 1t, too" said Hetty. her eyes
agleam. "The glorious feel OF the
wind as you rush through it! And
yet one seems to he standing perfect
ly still in the air CHEN one is half a
mile high and gCing fifty miles an
hour. Oh, 1t is wonderful. Mr.. Wran-
dali"
I'm take you out in week or two.
Miss Castleton, II you'll trust your
self with me-"
Il will co." she announced promptly.
Booth frowned. Better wait a
Bit" he counseled. Risky business,
Miss Castleton, flying about with
fedgelings."
ooh, come now!" expostulated
Wrandall with some heat. Don't be
wet blanket, old man"
81 was merely suggesting she'd bet
ter wait till you've got used to your
wings"
Jimmy Van Wickle took his wife
with him the third time up" said Les
, lie, as II that were the last word in
aeroplaning.
ITS common report that she keeps
Jimmy level, no matter where she's
got him." retorted Booth.
81 dare say Miss Castleton can
hold me level" said Leslie, with pro
found bow to her. Cant you, Miss
Castleton?"
She smiled. ooh. as for that, Mr.
, Wrandall, / think we can all trust you
, to cling pretty closely to your own
} level"
Rather ambiguous. that he re-
marked obviously.