The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-01-31

had used her hearts biood ~ -.
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 hand over hers
for comfort
Isobel was silent. evidently stunned
by the news. Then she spoke in a
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 a 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 he
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 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 her
tone.
He stared at her in complete sur
prise.
Don't interrupt" continued Isobel,
absently, I'm describing our meeting
in the garden. Neither spoke. they
simply stood looking into each others
eyes. The moment was too big for
words Isn't that great?"
See here" commanded Harry in a
tone that would not be ignored, lex
plain yourself. Are you writing the
story of our love?"
She laid her papers aside and look
ed at him pleadingly. "Oh, Harry,
I'm so ashamed. But I write for the
newspapers, you know. They want
quick action love stories, with heart
throbs, and all that kind Of thing. Oh,
Harry, there wasn't a soul at that 9TH
er old farmhouse and when heard
that there was young man over
here just came right over to fall in
love with you. simply had to do
something to work up those heart
throbs."
Harry Wilson turned purple with
rage and modification. Then our
love" he demanded, hoarsely, has
for you?"
she Md her race. on Harry, she
begged forgive me-"
1t was impossible to be angry with
Isobel long-she was too beautiful.
Besides, he remembered the love song
that was folded in his pocket. How.
ever, he did not mention that to Iso-
bel, for women are often unreason-
able. Sitting down beside her, he
pulled her hands away from her face.
THAT kiss" he demanded, com
mandingly. was that just shamming,
too?"
Isobe blushed YES" she an
swered, and she said 1t SO positively
that he knew she was lying. Eyes, my
stories always end that way
well, this one" replied Harry,
will end differently. 1t will end in
a new and original manner"
How" she asked, little fright
ened
"They were married and lived hap
PLY ever after"