The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1916-03-17
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Continued from our last issue,


Sally to standstill within two
! PAGES OF the low stone wall that
guarded the brink of the cliff.
Look where you're going, Miss
! Manwaring!" Trego's voice coun-
seled her quietly. Then, seeing
that she yielded, readily, he re-
leased her. 81 beg your pardon"
he said, but in another minute
II | hadn't taken the liberty of
stopping you, you might have
hurt yourself"
She managed to muttcr an un-
! gracious Thank you"
TITS none of my business"
Trego volunteered with some heat
but I'd like to know what that
vicious old vixen found to say to
upset you this way!"
"Oh, you were watching?"
NO; l just happened to be
sticking around when you flew
out of that fool sideshow of hers
like you were possessed. And
then l saw you weren't paying
much attention where you were
going, and, / was afraid. Hope
you don't mind my butting I'M"
mot at ALL" she gulped.
please don't think l mean to be
rude, only" she gulped again.
I'D almost as lief you hadn't
stopped me-and that wall wasn't
there"
Now. now!" he reminded her.
at can't be as bad as all that,
you know"
well, but think how you
would feel if you'd been accused
twice Of stealing" Mrs. Gosnold's
jewels last night"
Once would be plenty" he
said gravely. Its just like that
shiyeied old shrew. What you
might expect. If l had thought
of it in time. I'd been willing to
make a book on her laying it to
D you"
But why" Sally protested
perplexedly.
Sure, l don't have to tell you
why he said automatically.
You know as we'll as l do she's
plumb corroded with jealousy of
D you for winning out with her dear
Abigail just when she thought
/ she had things fixed. l don't sup
pose you know the inside story
/ of how your predecessor got the
/ sack? The Pride person was re-
D sponsible. Miss Matring was in
her way, and good deal of her
3 own disposition to boot. 1t was
merry war, all right, while it
misunderstanding and squabbling
and backbiting and tattling and
corrupting servants to carry tales
all that sort OF thing. I'd have
warned you, only"
He stumbled. She encouraged
him. why didn't your"
She didn't like Trego-that
was understood-but sympathy
was very sweet to her just then,
whatever its source.
We'll. it wasn't my fight. And
didn't know how you'd take in
reference. l might as well make
clean breast of it - was just
selfish enough to have a sneaking
sort of hope, deep down, that
maybe you'd find 1t so unpleasant
you'd quit"
MIR. Trego!" No more than
that. He had taken her breath
away.
81 guess that does sound fun
n.y." he admitted, evading her in
dignant eye. You can't trust
me, ever. / always say things the
wrong way; that's the best thing
| do"
IF it's possible for you to ex-
plain
ITS possible, all right, but it's
anything but easy. What | mean
was-well any fool could see that
as long as you were so strong for
this society racket l didn't stand
much show"
Show"
"Of making good with you. Oh,
look here, what's the use of beat
ing about the bush? | love you.
Sarer-ah-Miss Manwaring :
and | think I can make you hap
py-"
He was making heavy weather
of his simple decentralization
ing like an old-fashioned square
rigger in a beam sea.
IF you'll marry me, that is"
he concluded in q breath, with
obvious relief.
"Oh!" she sighed. WHY"
He misconstrued. Because
you're a woman, not a manikin.
Marriage would mean something
more to you than clothes. Europe,
idleness and flirting with other
women's husbands, just as it
would have to mean more to me
than hiring a woman to live with
me and entertain my friends"
"How do you know" she pro-
tested, almost passionately, and
answered herself. you don't
know. You assert things-I only
wish they were true"
"Oh, they're true enough" he
interrupted, unceremoniously.
Its no use trying to run your
self down to me. l couldn't feel
the way / do about you IL you
were not at heart as sound as an
apple, no matter what nonsense
you may have been guilty of at
one time or another, as every hui
man beings got to be-"
Has nobody told you anything
about me? Mrs. Gosnold--"
MRS. Gosnold tends her own
knitting. And nobody has told
me anything-except yourself.
More than that, don't go by
other folks opinions when l make
up my mind about matter as
vital to me as marrying a wife,
"Then I must tell you-my
name isn't Manwaring-it's Sally
Il Mavers. I was a shop-girl--"
= Half a minute. Mrs. Gosnold