The Washburn leader., 1916-12-29


fields Of the Middle West, and drew
near to the city where Roger lived,
Marjorie began to feel desire to see
this place. AS she crossed the street
in the shopping district, however, the
hot tar almost melted her sentiment
and the city. She went into de.
partment store to avoid the heat out.
side. AS she entered an elevator to 60
to the tea room on the top floor, two
young girls in smartly-tailored linen
suits preceded her.
"She must possess some hidden
charm beside that lovely country place
tucked away among the elms," said
one girl, with a smile.
"Hidden? Not at all. At least not
hidden from Roger Davis, who has
been the family lawyer for two years,
with every chance to know the finan.
cial charms of the only daughter. It's
no wonder If they We'd" The speaker
was obviously proud of her blase
speech and manner.
Leaving the department store, she
crossed the street and entered bank
to have travellers check cashed. As
she left the window after receiving her
money, she became conscious that q
man was standing near her, with his
hat in his hand.
"Marjorie!" exclaimed the man, and
. Quere. trembly sensation took pos.
session of her as she looked into the
honest gray eyes Of Roger Davis and
felt the pressure Of his strong hand.
"Roger!" she said, weakly, like an
echo Of his own greeting.
"rm wondering what luck has
brought you here" said Roger, as they
moved toward the door.
ut wasn't luck, it was-well, really,
I hardly know" said Marjorie. II
merely stopped for a glimpse of this
city. But tell me how you manage to
live in this terrific heat?"
"And this from New Yorker?" Rog.
er shook his head ruefully. "But come
with me and I'll show you the city's
beauty spots and the loveliness of its
envirOns. How long will you be here?"
"Until eight o'clock this evening""
"Well have just time to end our
sightseeing trip with dinner ut the
Country club. Comet" said Roger en-
Enthusiastically.
Marjorie forgot the heat of the city
and she forgot the disagreeable words
she had heard in the department store
elevator until reminded of them by
Roger.
"That house ON the hillside over
there is the Elms, the home of Miss
Andrews, client of lnine," he said.
and Immediately Marjorie knew that
the lovely, rambling house almost hid.
den by great elms belonged to the
plain but wealthy girl referred to in
that conversation in the elevator
Marjorie abruptly changed the sub.
ject. These hours with Roger had
made her yearn for a return Of their
former close friendship. and perhaps
for even more than that.
They had to take. chances with a
motor cop to make Marjorie's train.
As they hurried through the station
Roger secured the evening newspapers
from an alert newsboy. He gave the
papers to Marjorie when he had seen
her seated in her section Of the sleep.
er. A headline on the outside page
caught Marjorie's eye.
SIS that the Miss Andrews whose
home we passed?" She pointed to the
announcement of the heiress' engage
ment to an Eastern man. and waited
eagerly for Rogers reply.
'The very one," said Roger, scan.
ming the item, ''and the man she Is to
marry is a brick"
'Then 1t wasn't true what they
saidT'
"What wasn't true, dear3" Roger
caught the eagerness Of her voice,
''That you are going to marry her
for her money" with quick emphasis.
''You ought to know that I'm going
to marry no girl for money, and only
one for love-" said Roger. and the mis-
cradle train began to creak and sway.
''Oh, then 1t was luck, after all, that
brought me here!" said Marjorie.
breathlessly. "But hurry, dear. or
you'll be hurt getting OIL"
"Ill not hurry until you tell me
whether 1t was luck or love that
brought you here" Roger smiled de-
family into her eyes.
ut was love, dear; but please hur-
ry."
Some of the lightness Of his heart
seemed lent to his feet, for he sprang
easily from the rapidly moving train
and called back to Marjorie; I'LL say
the rest, or part Of 1t, in night letter
that will reach you at breakfast"
Copyright, 1916. by the Mcclure Newspa-
per Syndicate.)