The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1916-12-21

She smiled up at him. "You ora
looking very grand today. But Won
nave grass strains on your white trou-
sets. ferhaps Katie can take them
out"
Quite suddenly X. felt that she
thought him too old for such frlyollty
OF dress. 1t put him on his mettle.
How old do you think am, Miss
Sidney2"
NOT over forty, I'm sure"
I'm almost thirty. 1t Is middle age
Of course, butt is not senility."
Clearly the subject Of his years did
not interest her vitality, for she harked
back to the grass stains.
I'm afraid you're not saving. as Won
promised. Those are new clothes, aren't
thcy?"
NO. indeed. Bought years ago in
Ehgland-thc coat in London, the
trousers In Bath, on Il motor tour. Cost
something like twelve shillings. Awful
~ cheap. They wear them for cricket"
| Iliat was wrong move of course.
oldhey must hear about England; and
she marveled politely, in view Of his
poverty. about his being there. Poor
| lie Aloync 1ioundered in Seu Of men
oacltE, rose to truth here and there.
clutched Mt luncheon, and achieved
safety ut last.
TO think" said Sidney, "that you
nave really been across the ocean! I
never knew but one person who had
been abroad. 1t Is DR.. Max Wilson,"
Back again to Doctor Max! lie
Moyne, unpacking sandwiches from n
basket. was aroused by sheer resent.
ment to indiScrction,
"You like this Wilson chap pretty
Well don't your"
what do you mean7"
You talk about him rather q lot"
This was sheer recklessness, of
course. He expected fury, annihilation.
He did not look up, but busted him
self with the luncheon. When the ST.
lencc grew oppressive, he ventured to
glance toward her. She was leaning
forward, her chin cupped in her palms,
staring out over the valley that
stretched Mt their feet.
Don't speak to me for minute or
two" she said. I'm thinking over
what YOU have just said"
Down through the valley ran shall
low river. making noisy pretensions to
both depth and fury. He remembered
just such river in the Tyrol, with this
same Wilson on rock, holding the
hand Of pretty Austrian girl, while |,
he snapped the shutter Of camera. !!
fle had that picture somewhere now:
but the girl was dead, and, Of the !
three, Wilson was the only one who
had met life and vanquished it.
1--WE known him oil my llfe," Sid
ney snid at last You're perfectly
right about one thing: talk about
him and think about him. I'm being
candid, because what's the use of be-
ing friends II we're not frank? / ad-
mire him-you'd have to see him in the
hospital, with everyone deferring to
him and all that to understand. And
when YOU think Of man like that,
who holds life and death in his hands,
OF course you rather thrill. IL hon.
estly believe that's all there is to it,"
IF that's the whole thing, that's
hardly mad passion" He tried to
smile; succeeded family.
We'll, Of course, there's this, too.
know he'll never look ut me. Ill be
one Of forty nurses; indeed, for three
months III be only probationer. He'll
probably never even remember I'm in
the hospital at ALL"
IL see. Then, ii you thought he was
in love with YOU, things would be diff
ferent?"
IF thought DR.. Max Wilson was in
love with me-" said Sidney solemnly,
I'D so out Of my head with JOY"
TO hide the shock with which he
realized that she was, unknown to her.
self, already in the throes Of roman
tic attachment for Wilson, X. suggest
cd descent to the river. She accept
ed eagerly, and he helped her down
That was another memory that out
lasted the day-her small warm hnnd
In his; the time she slipped and he
| caught her; the pain in her eyes at
| one Of his thoughtless remarks.
I'm going to be pretty lonely" he
said, when she had paused in the de-
scent and was taking q stone out of her
low shoe. II shall hate to come home
at night" And then, seeing her vince =:
"I've been whining all day. For
heavens sake don't look like that. If
there's one sort Of man I detest more
than another, it's q man who Is sorry
for himself. Do you suppose your
mother would object If we stayed out
here at the hotel for supper7 I've or
dered moon, orange-yellow and extra
size"
II should hate to have anything or.