The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-02-02

had used her hearts Diood 10 "iite
a poem with? He decided to leave (
without explanation.
Tomorrow, my darling, | must
leave this paradise. Tomorrow | must
tear myself from you and go back TO
New York"
They stood side by side In the
woods and he laid his band over ners
for comfort. i
Isobel was silent, evidently stunned
by the news. Then she spoke IN
broken voice Then this is our last
meeting our last hour together? she
leaned against his shoulder.
"One kiss" begged Harry, "before
| CO." 1t was not what he had meant
to say and he felt more Of cad than
ever.
Isobel hesitated one moment. and
then flung her arms about his neck
and gave him one long kiss. There
| was something like a sob In her
voice as she pulled free and ran away
| through the woods.
Harry Wilson stood still In absolute
stupefaction. That kiss was the most
intoxicating experience OF his life
Much as they had talked Of love ne
had not once touched her cheek; she
had told him that she did not think 1t
was right, and he had had the decency
to respect her wishes. Now, with that
first kiss he realized that he loved the
girl, had loved her all along. and that
he would not, could not. go back TO
New York without her. His blood was
pounding in his veins as he started In
pursuit Of Isobel.
In a hidden nook in the woods he
found her leaning intently over
tablet in her lap and writing fever
ishly.
"Isobel!" he cried. but though she
started she did not look up.
: You, Harry? Just moment
please" and there was something
strangely cool and businesslike in he
tone.
He stared at her in complete sur
b prise.
; Don't interrupt" continued lsobe
absently, I'm describing our meetin
in the garden Neither spoke, the
t simply stood looking into each other
0 eyes. The moment was too big 10
: words Isn't that great?"
See here" commanded Harry In
8 tone that would not be ignored, "el
plain yourself. Are you writing tn
story Of our lover"
She laid her papers aside and lool
ed at him pleadingly. ooh, Harr
I'm SO ashamed. But l write for tn
v newspapers. you know. They wal
70 quick action love stories, with hea
u throbs, and all that kind Of thing. O
le Harry, there wasn't soul at that OF
er old farmhouse, and when | heal
10 that there was a young man ov'
!" here Just came right over to fall
ie love with you simply had to {
something to work up those hea
III throbs."
~ Harry Wilson turned purple wi
10 rage and modification. Then o
III love-" he demanded, hoarsely. N
20 been merely a business propositi'
hu for your"
She hid her face. ooh, Harry" S
" begged, forgive me-"
ne 1t was impossible to be angry wi
MI Isobel long-she was too beautif
er' Besides, he remembered the love so
Oh that was folded in his pocket He
ever, he did not mention that to Il
hs bel, for women are often unreas'
ea able. Sitting down beside her,
vi pulled her hands away from her ia
III THAT kiss" he demanded, CO
rus mandingly, was that just shammi
'ne too?"
~ Isobel blushed. YES" she
INC swered, and she said 1t 80 positiv
W.. that he knew she was lying Yes.
o'' stories always end that way
well, this one" replied Han
al will end differently. 1t will end
hey new and original manner"
Jus. How" she asked, little frs
ened.
CIV They were married and lived h
ono PLY ever after"