Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1915-06-05


the mistress Of the house, laughing
outright.
"Dearle mew Mrs. Blount said huff
fly, facing the young wife. "To hear
you talk anybody d think you be-
grudged me enough food to keep body
and skirt together" ."
Parker, whom Andrew had brought
on to the new establishment, appeared
with the announcement that dinner
was served.
Mrs. Blount bolted in the direction
Of the dining room. But the westerner
turned courteously to his hostess.
"Come on, Lucene," he said kindly,
The distressed girl however, refused
with a shake Of the head.
"You go, please" she directed. 81
prefer to wait for Cortland, He's In
the library talking politics with his
campaign secretary, but he must come
soon"
"With Mr. Marshall, eh? And does
he think he's going to be electedT
Lucene forgot her trouble for a mo
ment in her interest over the political
fortunes Of the man she loved, as
Blount had hoped she might
"Hes not sure" she replied animat-
edly.
mistress of the executive mansion
at Albanyr' Blount said half banter
ingly. Hum! Pretty soft for you II
he pulls it off, eh, daughter?"
Lucene laughed happily.
"Go to dinner" she repeated. 81
think I'll 90 and hurry Cortland up"
Blount went his way obediently
since he saw that such was her pref
erence. The dilatory husband made
his appearance to be greeted with an
exclamation Of pleasure by his wife.
81 was waiting for you, Cortland" ="
she said fondly. 81 couldn't bear the
idea of going in without you, for | was
worried. You must not work so hard,
You'll get sick
"Nonsensew he answered gayly. "Pm
as strong as an OK" He stopped and
raised her to his side, drew her close
and the lips of the two met in ten
der Caress.
"But even oxen get sick sometimes, |
suppose Lucene said, With a pout
Anyhow, we must 90 in to dinner.
You must have food for wOtN, like the
beasts Of the field, you dear, big silly
man" the wife sald with huge con-
tent in her voice.
"Oh, you adorable, lovely little wo-
mani" he said alfectiOnately.
OF sudden he released her, put her
from him, to her hurt surprise. THAT
poem," he muttered and picked up a
book from the nearby table, with
which he returned to Lucene. "Do you
know, I've found some verses here that
might have been written for you and
me. Somehow it seems that one takes
to poetry naturally when in love.
Listen, dearest to this stanza:
81 have led her home, my love,
My only friend;
There Vi none like her-noneW
A kiss made sweet caesura in tn,
rhythm Of the verse.
Then he read on;
"And never 80 warmly ran my blood,
And swcetly ON and on
Calming Itself
The soft palm Of the girl on his lip
brought the reading TO an end
, ooh, please, pleose-you mustn't
YOU mustn't" The low voice wa
. pleading,
, "Why not" Wainwright demanded
greatly surprised by this insistence,
o little grleyed.
/. "Oh, If you only knewI IL you onI
lmew. The words came walling, \
@ she uttered them, l.ucene sprang fro
!, him and turned her face aside,
n "Soe here, dearest" Wainwright e
II claimed, IN much distress over her su
,t den detection you're not-n wa
d ying over anything, are you"
"A There's nothing the matter nothlI
IA whatever. only sometimes Tim
IA happy that just know it can't pos'
10 bly, last"
, Wainwright smiled gently.
in you mean you're so happy tn
u, you're trOubledW
"Ycs," she said, but she did not y
st HIT her eyes to his
h, "And that's ullW
m "Nes, that's all" Still the eyes |
a. manned downcust
e