The Hays free press. [volume] (Hays, Kan.) 1908-1924, 1915-01-16

shown his guest over the premises.
said goodnight and went uptown to
his own house. Samson lay a long
while awake, with many disquieting
reflections.
Meanwhile Lescott, letting himself
into a house overlooking the park.
was hailed by a chorus of voices from
the dining room. He turned and went
in to join gay group just back from
the opera. AS he thoughtfully mixed
himself highbaIl. they bombarded
him with questions.
why didn't you bring your bar
barian with you?" demanded a dark
eyed girl, who looked very much as
Lescott himself might have looked had
he been a girl-and very young and
lovely. Now she flashed on him an at
fectionate smile, and added: I'VE
have been waiting to see him. Must
we go to bed disappointed ?"
George stood looking down on them,
and tinkIed the ice in his glass.
He wasn't brought on for purposes
of exhibition, Drennie," he smiled 81
was afraid If he came in here in the
fashion of his arrivaI-carrying his
saddlebags- ultracivilized folk
might have laughed"
A roar Of laughter at the picture
indicated Lescott's assumption.
No! Now, actually with saddle
bags?'' echoed a young fellow with a
hkable face which was for the mo-
ment incredulously amused. That
goes Dick Wilmington one better.
You do make some rare discoveries.
George. We celebrate you"
Thanks, Horton" commented the
painter, dryly. when you New York
ers have learned what these barbara
ans already know, the control Of your
oversensitized risibles and q courtesy
deeper than your shfrt-fronts-mayb be
I'll let you have a look. Meantime I'm
much too fond of all OF you to risk
letting you laugh at my barbarian"
Several months were spent laboring
with charcoal and paper over plaster
casts In Lescott's studio. and Lesc0tt
himself played instructor. When the
skylight darkened with the coming OF
evening, the boy whose mountain ma
ture cried out for exercise went for
long tramps that carried him over
many miles Of city pavements, and
after that, when the gas was lit, he
turned, still insatiably hungry. tc
volumes OF history, and algebra, and
facts.
A sloop-rigged boat with a crew o.
two was dancing before brisk breeze
through blue Bermuda water. Oh tt
the right Hamilton rose sheer and
colorfuI from the bay. At the tiflel
sat the whitehead figure of Adrienns
Lescott. Puffs of wind that whipped
the faulty beIlying sheets dashed be-
dark hair about her face. Her lips
vfvidly red Ike poppy petals, were
Just now curved into an amused smile
which made them even more than or
dinariIy kissable and tantalizing. Hel
companion was neglecting his nomina
duty of tending the sheet to watcl
her.
"Wilfred," she leased, your con
trast is quite startling in a way
effective From head to foot you ar
spotless White-but your scowl is ab
solutely the blacklist black that on
eyes endure And,F she added, In 81
Injured voice, I'm sure I've been YER
nice to you"
st have not yet begun to scowl," b
: assured her, and proceeded to shoy
what superlatives of saturnine expires
sion he held in reserve. See here
Drennie, know perfectly well tina
I'm a sheer imbecile to reveal the fac
that you've made me mad. It please
> you too perfectly. 1t makes you hal
: pier than is good for you. but"
: Its a terrible thing to make N
happy, isn't it?" she inquired, sweetlI
''Drennie. you have held me on sine
we were children believe l first al
! nounced my intention of marrying 20
when you were twelve. That intentto
remains unaltered. More: 1t is una
terabIe and inevitable. Ny reason
for wanting to needn't be rehearse'
1t would take too long. regard 20
= as possessed Of an alert and remarl
able mind-one worthy Of companion
ship with my own" Despite the fri
\ | olous badinage of his words and til
q humorous smile Of his lips, his eye
4 limited at an underlying intensit,
= with no desire to fatteF or spoil yoI
/ find your personal aspect pleasin
d enough to satisfy me. And then. Will
q a man should avoid emotionaiism.
8 am in love with you" He moved owe
e to a place in the sternsheets. and b
e face became intensely earnest +
It dropped his hand over hers as it Ia
s. on the tiller shaft God knows, dear
7, he exclaimed. how much 1 love you!
3. Her eyes, after holding his for m
n ment, fell to the hand which still il
b prisoned her own. She shook h
4 head, not in anger. but with a ma
l. ner of gentle denial, until he release
e her fingers and stepped back
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