The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1914-05-23

IL is just as well, IoT youi oahO' ono
said tauntingly.
He grinned. but 1t was a sickly ef-
fort.
You're the one to spoil anything OF
that Sort" he said, with some as
cerbity.
~"
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. filmy scarf over the girls bare
shoulders as he followed close behind
her.
"Hello!" he cried, catching sight OF
Wrandall. Train late, old chap!
We've been expecting you for the last
hour How are your"
He came up with a frank, genuine
smile of pleasure Oh 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 very low
| tone, at the same time looking slyly
out of the corner Of his eye to see II
Booth was taking it all in. Finding
that his friend was regarding him rath-
er fixedly, he obeyed 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 it
rigid before her eyes for a moment
before thrusting it behind her back
as il it were a thing to be shielded
from all scrutiny save her own.
You must not kiss 1t 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 establishment. 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 a
girl. This to him, who had no
scruples about boundary lines.
All through luncheon he was VIOLA
tile and gay. There was a 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 oe-
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 60 about in railway
coaches with lot of red-eyed, nose
blowing people who hadn't got used
to their spring underwear yet.
Sinister suggestion, l 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 a peeled elbow"
Watch out you're not flying. like
an angel before you get through with
it, Les" cautioned the painter. Il 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"
Il love it, too" said Hetty. her eyes
agleam. The glorious feel of the
wind as you rush through it! And
yet one seems to be standing perfect
ly still in the air when one is half a
mile high and going fifty miles an
hour. Oh, it is wonderful, Mr.. Wran.
dali"
I'll take you out in a week or two
Miss Castleton, if 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
fledgelings."
"Oh, 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 If 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 car
hold me level" said Leslie, with a pro
found bow to her. Cant you, Miss
Castleton?"
She smiled. "Oh. as for that. Mr.
Wrandall, / think we can all trust you