The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1914-06-19

seemed confused ana shy when he
called to her, and put her letter away
hurTiedly. Davy threw himself down
ON the grass and looked up at her
adoringly. After two weeks Of sailing
she was a welcome picture
Hello. GloEy. AnpH he said
Glory flushed. Il was no greeting
from q lover.
Did you miss me much. Glory?.
She shook her head with a little
laugh. You don't write me any letters
to make me remember you." she said.
Letters ?" he repeated. 81 didn't
know you liked letters. dearie.''
Glory only laughed, and evaded his
reaching handx Anyway. it was time
for her to help Aunt Sheba get din
ner. she told him, and Davy followed
her quick. light footsteps back over
the trail wonderingly. Glory Ann
seemed to have something on her
mind.
That afternoon he sat on the post
ONCE steps with most of the available
male population, waiting for the mail
to come up from the afternoon boat
straight up to the window, and ask
Dorcas for mail. And she came out,
shy and rosy, reading q lengthy lot-
ter. Davy waited for her to encQur-
age him to join her. but she, only
nodded and went on reading. 80 he
before he ventured in to ask Dorcas
how matters stood.
"Oh, Glory gets a letter every day
now" said the little postmistress.
mo, I don't know where they come
from. Better ask her. hadn't you.
Davy strolled uneasily down to the
wharf and spent the afternoon on the
Three Wishes. He was more dis
turbed than he had ever been In his
life. He had never dreamed OF any
other craft finding his private fish-l
ing banks, SO to speak. Glory Ann
avs his. She hadn't any call to go
around reading letters from some one
else. That evening when he called
Aunt Sheba said respectfully that
Glory had gone to bed with q head:
ache. It was the last straw. She
never had an ache or q pain. he knew.
Glory. who could walk around tho IL
land and back, and never mind 1t.
gone to bed with q headache. He
went down to this bluffs above tho
shore and sat there alone in the dark
thinking. And slowly out of tho
mination OF his man nature to. get the
girl he loved and make her his be-
fore any other man got. ahead of him.
The next day was Sunday. Davy
went to church and walked homo
with Glory. even winning her consent
to walk with him that afternoon
And they went as always up to- the
bleak little burial ground on the side
of the hill overlooking the harbor.s
Glory had always loved 1t up there.
She would go around softly, as If she
were in dim church, and trace out
with her fingertip the old inscriptions
Of the gravestones. But today she
sat down under the pines together at
last. Then Davy blurted the whole
thing out. -
GLORY Ann. how can you think, of
anybody but me? I thought we'd
understood each other for years. You
whole, world, dearie. for me. Why.
when I'm out yonder, holding the
wheel nights. who do you suppose I
think Of when look up at the sky?
Don't / bless tho old stars and moon
just because I know they're shining
Glory. who are-you getting those let
''. Glory o1y" smiled, He wa. getting
along, but he hAdn't said the right
thing yet. SO eaAe smiled and shook
Don't suppose It's any Of my bus
When mans loved the same girl all
his life hasn't he got something to
say II all at once she starts being in
terested in somebody else?"
you haven't any claim on me.
Davy.''
' Davy stared hard at the slender
spars Of the shipping fleet at anchor
below them. She was right. They
were not engaged. All at once, ne
realized that his ship had no anchors
no home harbor. She could sail wher-
ever she pleased. 80
"Glory, would you be willing 10
marry me before we sail again? You
could go along down to New York
with us If you liked"
Glory Ann lifted q merry, willful
face to his. all smiles and teasing
mirth.
Land alive. Davy. you did say It.
didn't you ?" she said. why, guess
I could get ready in time to SAIL
Davy heaved one long sigh Of relief
az he stood up and looked ut her. but
mind.
What you going to say to the 9TH
er fellow?"
And Glory laughed. slipping her
hand in his.
There isn't any one else, Davy. I
just wrote those letters all myself to
myself. and Dorcas posted them, and
they arc only love letters from you,
make believe ones that you might
have sent ne, II you had only
thought Of it."-(Copyright, 1914, by
the Mcclure Newspaper syndicate.)
Why Trade Slackens.
Business was slack, but Jones. the