Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1917-01-18

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"ihle garments. and singing as sh,
worked.
sidney sat In a rocking chair in
not bedroom. She was careful,
sWathed IN Il sheet from neck to toes
except Tor her arms, and SHE was bein.
as philosophic as possible.
someone tapped lightly at the door.
It's LIE Moyne. Are you all right?'
perfectly. How stupid it must b,
for your
I'm doing very well. Tho maid wi,
soon be ready. What shall I order TO,
supper?'
Anything. I'm starving"
lilnk your shoes have shrunk."
"~fIatterer!" She laughed. go ava,
ana order supper. And / can see fresI
lettuce. Shall we have a saIad?"
N. Lie Moyne stood for a moment If
ron OF the closed door, for the mer,
SOUND or her moving, beyond it. Things
iad gone very far with the Pages
roolher that day in the country: no,
Sc far as they were to 60, but IN,
enough 70 let him see on the brink o,
what misery he stood.
ne could not go away. He had prom.
ised her to stay: lie Was needed. n,
thought he could have endured seeing
iler marry Joe, had she cared for tbe
poy' mat way, at least, lay safety for
i'er' The boy had fidelity and devotion
written large oycr him. But this Now
cnlnplication-hor romantic interest in
"iison, the surgeons reciprocal inter.
est IN her. with what he knew of the
Inan-made him quail.
From the top Of the narrow sta;r.
to the foot, aud he had lived -
years torment! AT the foot. however
ne was startled out Of his reverie, Joe
Dramrhond stood there waiting for
i''ln' his blue eyes recklessly alisht,
-Aon--you dog" said Joe.
1llere were people in the hotel par.
iof' lie Moyne took the frenzied how
by the elbow and led him past the
to the empty porch.
Now he said, "if YOU will kocn
your voice down, I'll listen to what
you have to say
You know what I've got to say"
1his failing to draw from X. lie
aioyne anything but his steady glance,
Joe lerked his arm free and clenchad
his fist.
What did you bring her ont hero
"
L do not know that I owe Won ,rv
but l. am willing to give
you one. brought her out here for n
.roliey ride and Il picnic luncheon"
lie was sorry for the boy. Life NOT
ia'ihs been all beer and skittles to
ilth' he knew that Joe was suffering
was marvelously patient with him.
Where is she now?"
she had the misfortune To foI, in
ne river. She Is upstairs" And. SEQ.
the light of unbelief in ,Joc's ewes.
III you care to make a tour of invest.
you will find that | am entire.
y truthful. In the laundry a maid"
She is engaged to interchangeable
Everybody in the neighborhood knows
t. and yet you bring her out here for n
'ichlc! lists damned rotten treat.
Ills list had u%nclenched. Before K,
'e Moyne's eyes his own fell. He fe,t
'iodenIy young and futile; his inst
age turned to clustering in his ears.
! don't know where you come
rom,' he said, but around here do.
eht men cut out when d girls or.
IL sect"
whats more, what do we know
you? You may be all right. hut
do know it? You get her into
and III kill you"
IL TOOK courage, that speech, with X.
e Moyne towering five inches above
I'm ana growing a little white about
he lips. ~
are yo,i going to say all these things
D Sidney7"
= am. And am going to find out
you werc upstairs just now"
ierl''rs never in his twenty-five
ears mad young Drummond been 80
ear a t~hrashIng. Fury that he WINS
sI'amed Of shook lie Moyne. For
cry fear Of himself, he thrust bIs
In the pockets Of his Norfolk
)at.
VERY we'll" he said. "You 90 IN her
Just u Of these ugly insinua.
ons' and I'll take mighty good care
'ot you arc sorry for IT,. If you nro
ping 10 behave like Il bud child. van
serve u licking, aud I'll give Il tn
w."
An overflow from the purlor poured
1t on the porch. lie Moyne hod vot
mself IN hand somewhat, Hc vos
~ angry, but the look In Joc's eye
him. He put n liand on mo
VS. shoulder.
You're wrong. old man." no said
lou're Insulting the girl you care for
inc Things you IRE thinking. And.
ITS amy comfort to you, 1 l,ovo M
tent'o, Of interfering In any woy.
~ cnn count me out. It's bttwacn
u and her."
Joe picked his straw hat from
Iir and stood turning It In his hands. /,
Even Il you don't care for her. how
! Know she isn't craxy about your
my word Of honor. ain ,sr,t \.