The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-05-29

morrow. but you cannot-you will no
ask it of me. will your"
But you know love you," he cried
There isn't any doubt in your mind
Lyddy. There is no one else, tel
you"
Il think / am Just beginning to un
derstand men," she remarked enig
matically.
he looked up sharply. And to won.
der why they call women the weaker
sex, eh?"
YES" she said so seriously that the
Wry smile died on his lips. Il don't
believe there are many women who
would ask man to be sorry for them.
That's really what all this amounts
to, isn't it, Freddy"
by jove!" he exclaimed, wonder
ingly.
You are strong, self-willed, chiv-
alrous man, and yet you think nothing
OF asking a woman to protect you
against yourself. You are afraid to
stand alone. Wait. Five minutes
yes, one minute before you asked it
of me, Freddy dear, you were foun-
| dering in the darkness, uncertain
which way to turn. You were afraid
OF the things you could not see. You
looked for some place in which to hide
The flash of light revealed haven Of
refuge. So you asked me TOTO marry
you tomorrow" All through this in
dictment she had held his hand
clasped tightly in both of hers. He
was looking at her with a frank &C.
knowledgement growing in his eyes.
Are you ashamed of me, Lyddy?"
he asked. 1t was confession.
No" she said. meeting his gaze
steadily. 81 am a little diss>sointed, |
that's all. 1t is you who are ashamed"
Il am" said he, simply. ut wasn't
fair"
Love will endure. / am content to
wait" she said, with a wistful smile.
You will be my wife no matter
what happens? You won't let this
make any difference?"
You are not angry with me?"
Angry? Why should l be angry
with you. Lyddy? For shaking some
sense into me? For seeing through
me with that wonderful, far.sighted
brain of yours? Why. could 20 down
on my knees to you. l could"
He clasped her in his arms and held !
ner close. You dear, dear Lyddy!"
Neither spoke for many minutes. It
was she who broke the silence.
You must promise one thing. Fred {
eric. For my sake, avoid a quarrel J
With your father. could not bear
hat. You will promise, dear? You 6
must"
his Jaw was set. 81 don't intend to S
Iuarrel with him, but IL / am to re- v
main In his house there has got to L
Ie-" VI
Promise me you will wait. He is
'oing away in a couple of weeks. b
Vhen he returns-later on-next p
all" i,
oh, if it really distresses you, g
yddy, Ill"
1T does distress me. I want your fl
%
III do my part" he said, resigned.
:. And next fall will see US mar H
ed, So" al
The telephone bell in the hall was al
nging. Frederic released Lydia's
and and sat up rather stifiy, as one til
no suddenly suspects that he is be- dc
g spied upon. The significance of be
le movement did not escape Lydia.
ne laughed mirthlessly.
i VIII see who it is" she said. and tn
ose. Two red spots appeared in his FRI
eeks. Then it was that she realized hi
mad been waiting all along for the mi
III to ring; he had been expecting a it
mmons. NJ,
III It's for me, please say-er-say fla
=" he began, somewhat disjoint. sci
iy. but she interrupted him.
VIII you stay here for luncheon. mo-
ederic? And this afternoon we will wa
to oh, is there a concert or a inc
cital-" b;r
Yes, I'll stay IL you'll let me des
said, wistfully. Wen find some Ion
ng to do" do,
She went to the telephone. He "
ard the polite greetings, the polite he,
= a- 49, .nat sne mad not taken ing
q, two or three laughing reioinders par
what must have been amusing com. las
nts on the storm and its effect on at
nd creatures, and then: "
res, Mrs. Brood, will call him to run
phone" ar