Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1914-06-13

| OF the burning logs She wore no jew
| elry. but there was single white rose
| in her dark hair, where it had been
placed by the whimsical Hetty an hour
| earlier as they left the dinner table
| He is coming out on the eleven
thirty. Sara said the girl nervously.
unless you will send the motor In for
him. The body of his car is being
| changed and it's in the shop. He must
have been testing when he said he
| would pay for the petrol should
| have said gasoline"
! Sara laughed. you will know him
| better, my dear" she said. Leslie is
very Hght-hearted.'
He suggested bringing a friend"
went on Hetty hurriedly. "A Mr..
Booth. the portrait painter
Il met him in Italy. He is charm
| ing You will like him, too, Hetty."
The emphasis did not escape notice.
1T seems that he is spending a fort
| night in the village. this Mr. Booth,
painting spring lambs for rest and
recreation. Mr.. Leslie says"
Then he is at our very gates,'' said
Sara, looking up suddenly.
Il wonder If he can be the man l
saw yesterday at the bridge" unused
Hetty. lis he tall?''
Il really can't say He's rather
vague. 1t was six or seven years ago."
1T was left that Mr.. Wrandall is to
come out on the eleven-thirty," ex-
planned Hetty. 81 thought you wouldn't
like sending either of the motors in"
And Mr.. Booth?''
I'VE are to send for him after Mr..
| WrandaH arrives. He is stopping at
the inn, wherever that may be-
Poor fellow!" sighed Sara, with a
grimace. ST am sure he will like us
immensely if he has been stopping at
the inn
Hetty stood staring down at the
blazing logs for a full minute before
giving expression to the thought that
troubled her.
Sara" she said, meeting her
| friends eyes with steady light in her
own. why did Mr.. Wrandall ask for
me instead of you? 1t is you he is
coming to visit, not me. 1t is your
house. Why should"
MY dear" said Sara g1ibly. 81 am
merely his sister-in-law. 1t wouldn't
be necessary to ask me If he should
come. He knows he is welcome"
Then why should he feel called up
on to"
Some men like to telephone, sup
pose" said the other coo1ly-
81 wonder if you will ever under
stand how 1 feel about-about certain
things, Sara
What, for instance?'
well, his very evident interest in
| me-" cried the girl hotly. He sends
me f1owers-this is the second box
| this week-and he is so kind, so very
| friendly, Sara, that 1 can't bear i'll
really can't
Mrs. Wranda1l stared at her. You
| can't very well send him about his
business she said, unless he be-
comes more than friendly. Now, can
| you?"
But it seems $3.50 horrible. SO
beastly," groaned the girl.
| Sara faced her sQuarely- See here,
Hetty." she said levelly, I'VE have
made our bed. you and 1. We must lie
in Together. If Leslie Wrandall
| chooses to fab in love with you, that
is his affair. not ours We must face
every condition. In plain words, we
must play the game"
What could be more appalling than
to have him fall in love with me?''
THE other way round would be
more dramatic, 1 should say
Good God Sarai" cried the girl in
horror. How can you even speak of
such thing?"
After all, why shouldn't" began
Sara, but stopped in the middle of her
| suggestion, with the result that it had
it's full effect without being uttered in
SO many cold-blooded words. The girl
! shuddered.
| 1 wish, Sara, you would let me I'M
burden myself completely to you." she
pleaded, selling her friends hands.
| You have forbidden me-
| Sara jerked her hands away Her
| eyes flashed 81 do not want to hear
| it," she cried fiercely. Never, never.
| Do you understand? 1t is your secret
l will not share it with you. 1 should
hate you if I knew everything As it
is, love you because you are a wom-
an who suffered at the hand of one
| who made me suffer. There is moth
ing more to say. Don't bring up the
subject again. / want to be your
friend for ever, not your confidante.
! There is distinction. You may be
able to see how very marked it is in
our case. Hetty. What one does not
know, seldom hurts"
! But want to justify myself"
ct isn't necessary cut in the other
so peremptorily that the girls eyes
spread into a look of anger. Where
upon Sara Wrandall threw her arm
| about her and drew her down beside
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