Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1915-02-20

Girl Always Dreamed Of Light
Haired Lover, Got Dark One.
BY HARMONY WELLER.

I pci SynuicdttO
During the Is months of her engage.
ment and preparation for her marriage
Martha had never quite become recon
ciled to the fact that she had chosen
for a life partner a man of brunette
type. Always, from her earliest
dreams of love, she had pictured a
mate whose hair reflected the glory OF
the sun and whose eyes we're blue
blue as the night sky.
But alas for ideals when Haunted
by facts. Martha had fallen in love
with David Mcvicker, and his hair
was as black as the ravens wing and
his eyes we're the deep brown OF the
Arabs dusky orbs.
"Oh, dear!" she sighed, II seem to
get so weary looking at dark hair"
Martha cast fieeting glance at her
reflection. which revealed tresses as
black as the shadow of the mountains
and eyes only less dark because OF the
glow of dull red within their lovely
depths. But l suppose since am to
sail Saturday for London and to meet
David again, had better cheer up
and forget my golden-haired knight Of
fancy"
Martha had not seen David Nc
Wicker for IS months.
Martha blushed over the fact that
she had succumbed to David's wooing
after a scant two weeks acquaint-
ance, one of which had been spent
on shipboard. After a second week
David had returned to his native
land. leaving Martha with a most
lovely solitaire on her finger and a
more or less startled acknowledge
ment Of her engagement.
The six months that were expected
to intervene between meetings had
dragged into IS, and it was with
slightly lessened enthusiasm that Mar
tina made preparation for the long-6e-
layed trip.
When the New York sailed into
British waters and the mail came on
board Martha got a letter from David
in which he regretted the fact that
he could not meet her at Liverpool.
He had been sent to Belfast for at
least three weeks on business. Martha
sighed, but was not desperately disap-
pointed. David had informed her that
Andre Lequeux, a Belgian, who was
stopping with him, would meet her
and pilot her safely to London. Mar
tina found herself wondering what An
DIRE Lequeux would be like, and think
ing that she would rejoice in knowing
anyone from the now famous country
of Belgium. She pondered on the ques-
ton as to how he would be able to find
her among the passenger list, but
Martha had not reekoned on David
having provided Lequeux. with a photo
graph.
1t was not difficult then, upon
reaching the wharf at Liverpool, to
find herself facing a most wonder
fully golden-haired young man who
introduced himself as Andre LequeuX.
Martha smiled and enjoyed the firm
grip of the Belgian's hand. She
smiled again inwardly when she OBJ
served that his eyes were the deep
blue of the night sky. If she sighed,
Andre did not know that she was
comparing him favorably with her
dream man of past days.
Lequeux seemed a most capable
person and had seen to her luggage,
and a customs inspector had put her
and her small bags on the train be-
fore Martha quite realized it. She
found his slightly foreign accent de-
lightful, and realized that she was
going to like DaYid's friend very
much indeed.
The trip up to London passed with
out event, save a swift sense of un-
between Lequeux and the
girl to whom David was engaged.
The Belgian did not leave her until
he had seen her comfortably en-
sconced in the little private hotel in
Holland Park.
After tat 1t seemed as IL all life
centered in that which concerned
Andre Lequeux. Perhaps It was the
absolute calmness with which he ac-
NSplSu NiiS ldSh ludl ne was Iclu5tO,
deprived of his home and robbed of
the business he had built up in Ant
werp that first attracted Martha to
him. He had been in the civic guard
at the time of the bombardment of
Antwerp and after seeing his home
and his business premises blown up
by the enemy's shrieking shells he
had come to England-that haven for
all refugees. David McVicker had
taken Lequeux into his home and
friendship.
The state of affairs began to look
ominous. Martha knew that she
could never marry David. She had
fought desperately against the charm
of the Belgian but her struggle had
been useless. II was as If a mighty
torrent had rushed down from the
mountainside and swept her com
pletely into his keeping. Apart from