The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1915-10-03

sk11ngelS sdopEh & would not have
seemed so bad she felt X she didn't
IKE Rodney. Well. II the old man
didn't pay. let him keep his money.
She shouldn't cara. 1t was something
TO have won a lore Ike Rodney's love
for her There was something very
lovable about Rodney Martin
Ina moment Rodney himself bounded
in again on her day dreams. Therewas
the, thud Of a heavy lit bag dropped
on the marble door Of the hall by the
front door. and then he ran in to her
impetuously. with his arms open.
Mary, sweetheart he cried.
he held her away from him mo
nent to regard her face.
''The paters upstairs dressing for
dinner" he ratified on. II shan't even
say goodby to him. Serve him right.
I'm going to take stage down to the
Collegiate club this very night. Can't
AFFORD cabs now"
Rodney" whispered Mary conserva-
lively, you must work hard and be
brave"
and can't do that for the sweetest
sweetheart in the whole worid?r he de-
manded rapturously, folding her again
in his arms. He hugged har greedily
to him. and she yielded to him little
despite herself. There was something
fresh and clean about the boy, and
certainly his kisses were not distaste-
full. The arms she felt around her
were mans arms and very strong.
In the end Rodney decided he would
have a cab anyway. and so he and
Mary left the house of the soap king
In each others company without fare.
wells. It was their last ride together,
so to speak, and very blissful one for
the young lover. Rodney was going
to take a room at the Collegiate club,
but first they spun across the somber
park to Mary's apartment. somewhere
In the West Seventies, and Rodney
babe her a rapturous good night while
the motor throbbed and the taximeter
spun.
The govt had been 80 benefited By,
the explosion Of yesterday that Cyrus
Martin had gone down to his ONCE
next morning. as Mary guessed he
would. and the two met there ON some
whnt more impersonal terms than In
the Fifth avenue library. Very imper-
sonal indeed Mary tried to make Il
seem to the willy magnate and threw.
something unwonted and chilly into
the manner with which she greeted
him.
Well" he began. ''do you think our
e.heme is going to work.
Yes said Mary quietly. II do"
you really think ron have got him
to go to work. he demanded eagerly.
II have" said Mary.
by George. that's great!' said Mr.
Martin gleefully.
Isn't 1t said Mary. z
You're sure he wasn't just talkingf'
mo. he went upstairs to pack and
go out and make u name for himseif.''
You're wise girl. Mary. Isn't It
wonderfulg'
and you said couldn't do it, said
Mary coldly.
~ said didn't think you could, but
you have. and 1 owe you $500"
"0h, there's no hurry. said Mary,
still quite coolly.
Never put OF till tomorrow tho
money you can get today said the
millionaire.
Aren't you proud I've been so sue
cessful?" said Mary presently.
Proud. I'm so darned happy I'm
making this check out for s. GOO"
"0h. Mr.. Martini Mary cried, quite
taken aback.
It's worth 900 to me to have my
boy really want to work. not just to do
It to please me-" said the old man,
really moved beneath his gruff exte-
rior. What II difference IN incentive
makes!''
Doesn't itg. said Mary, smiling at
her check.
But what about your marriage?r
He said he wouldn't hurry me till
he'd made good-if I'd just wait"
Her employer looked at her little
! anxiously.
DO you think perhaps he may real
Is love you?'' he asked.
"of course not" snid Mary.
Its the first time he's actually want
ed to marry anybody" said his father.
"oh. It's just that I've been very blue
eyed and baby faced!" said the secre-
tary modestly.
II guess you're right" agreed Mar
Tin.
"of course / am. why. dear Mr..
Martin. even for this she said, point
ing to her check. II wouldn't give your
son one real pans. He's too nice a
boy. When / break our engagement
he may feel a bit lonely and be very
sorry for himself for a few days aud
give up women forever. but pretty
soon some charming girl of his own
position-of his own world, who needs
to be petted and spoiled md protected.
some Limousine lady-will come along,
and they'll live happily ever after.
"Nonsense!'' said Mr.. Martin. II
don't agree with you at all. begin
to wish this marriage were going to be