The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1917-07-26

collided. He was profuse in his apollo
gies.
TOO what?" she whispered.
"TOO attractive" he ventured.
'It's nice to hear you say So" she
sighed.
She was unlike any girl John had
ever known. Her hair was almost
golden, her eyes a distinct blue, yet
some trick of the mouth saved her face
from any suggestion of insipldity. She
was looking straight into his eyes, and
her lips were curled most invitingly.
81 wish l knew more about certain
things" he said
"Oh, why didn't you come beforeT'
she exclaimed. Fancy Louise never
telling me about you. hope you'll ask
me to lunch some time"
"Tll have a luncheon party tOmor-
row, If you like-that Is, If Louise will
come"
She looked up at him quickly.
isn't Louise going to PARISH she
asked
paris? I didn't hear her say any.
thing about it,"
Perhaps 1t is my mistake, then, p
Sophy went on hastily. II only fancied
that heard her say sO."
There was a moments silence. John
had opened his lips to ask a question
but quickly closed them again. 1t was
question, ne suddenly decided, which
he had better ask of Louise herself.
IF Louise goes to Paris" Sophy
whispered diSconsolately, II suppose
there will be no luncheon-party?"
For single moment he hesiteted
She was very alluring, and the chal
lenge in her eyes was unmlstakable.
Il think" he said quietly. that II
Miss Maurel goes to Paris, ! shall re
turn to Cumberland tomorrow"
For a time there was significant
silence. Then Sophy raised her vel
once more and looked toward John.
"Mr. Strangewey," she began. "yor
won't mind If I give you just a little
word of advice? You are such big
strong person, but you are rather 6
child, you know, in some things'
"Thls place does make me feel igno
rant" he admitted.
Don't idealize anyone here" she
begged. Don't concentrate oil your
hopes upon one object. Love is won
derful and life is wonderful, but there
is only one life, and there are many
loves before one reaches the end. PeO.
pie do such silly things sometimes,
she wound up, ''just because Of little
disappointment. There are many dis.
appointments to be met with here"
He took her hand In his.
Little girl" he said, you are very
good to me, and | think you under.
stand. Are you going to let me feel
that | have found friend on my first
evening in LondOn?"
"If you want me-" she answered sim.
ply. II like you, and want you to be
happy here; and because I want you
to be happy, I want you to come down
from the clouds and remember that
you have left your hills behind and
that we walk on the pavements here"
"Thank you" he whispered, land
thank you for what you have not said
If am to find sorrow here instead OF
| joy" he added, little grimly, at is
better for me to stumble into the
knowledge of it by myself"
Your hills have taught you just that
much of life, then?" SOphy murmured
The prince of Seyre handed his hat
and stick to the parlor maid and seated
himself upon the divan.
81 should be very sorry" he said po,
litely, as the maid left the room. "it
my coming has hastened the departure
of your visitors"
mot in the least" Louise assured
him. "They were leaving when you
were announced. SOphy and are TAX.
ing Mr. Strangewey to Bohemian res
taurant and a music hall afterward."
Fortunate Mr.. Strangewey!" the
prince sighed. "But, forgive me, why
not a more dignitied form of entertain
ment for his first EVENING""
"The poor man has no Clothes" Lou
Use explained. ''He came to London
quite Unexpectedly"
mo ClOtheS?' the prince repeated
at Is long journey to take in such d
fashion. A matter of urgent business
perhapsT
Louise had risen to her feet and was
busy rearranging some roses in the
howl by her side. She crushed one OF
the roses to pieces suddenly in hel
hands and shook the petals from hel
long, nervous fingers.
To-day" she said, this afternoon
nOw-you have come to me with some
thing in your mind, something you wisf
to say something you are not sure how
to say That is, you see, what Henr
GraillOt calls my intuition. Even you
who keep all your feelings under {
mask, can conceal very little from me.
"My present feelings" the prince de
clared, 81 do not wish to conceal.
would like you to know them. But al
words are sometimes clumsy, l woulC
like, if it were possible, to let you SCI
into my heart"
She came over and seated hersel
by his side on the divan. She eveI
laid her hand upon his arm.
Eugene" she expostulated, 1--WE ar
too old friends to talk always in veileC
phrases. There is something you hav
to say to me. You are displeased be
cause l have changed my mind-be
cause feel that cannot take that Iii
tie journey of ours?"
"You mean that you cannot now, o
that you cannot at any time"