South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1917-10-14
Fragrance Of Autumn

from her high white forehead. He
had always felt that she attracted
him powerfully. but having been
fooled by one woman had made him
wary of the sex. Seeing Edmee
Boynton against the background of
his little house OF dreams that had
lowered into a real home under the
magic touch OF her deft fingers
made him realize that he had fallen
in love again, hOpelessly, happily in
love with the little story writer. He
had believed that romance had died
out of the world for him. but love
can be born in the moon of falling
blossoms as we'll as in the spring
time of life.
Are you going TO make me sorry
that 1 came? II will be such a dis
appointment not to stay here
She turned away, her lips CULVER
ing.
do you think that you can write
stories, love stories up here?"
She smiled then and looked up at
him. There is one disease that
people never acknowledge" she told
him. Writers never admit that
they can't write anything they at
tempt to produce. The disease is
fatal One never RECEIVERS. Won't
you have some tea" she asked hos
pitably. ''ir your own house"
He turned and took both her
huttering little hands in his own.
IF you will promise to be partners
and own half the house and-and-
all OF me.' he answered. He drew
her into his arms and at the touch
OF her yielding young body. all the
old doubts and misgivings disap-
peared like magic and a happiness,
greater than he had ever known
flooded his heart. She had taken
his cold. empty little house and
opened the windows to the sunshine
OF love, filling it with dreams, rosy
dreams. the dreams that must in
evitably come true. 7 love you"
he whispered passionately, Il love
you, dear"
outside a bird called, a tender
little mating note and the answer
came, soft and sweet from a con
tented heart
There were steps on the porch
and through the door came a vision
that Dave thought could not be real.
Carolyn Maynard. in the pale gray
of widOwhood. was smiling at him.
He went forward TO meet her. his
arm still around the little story
writer Even as he greeted her.
this woman who had once thrilled
him, he wondered how her coming
would affect him, but his pulse. save
when he looked at the wondering
Edmee. was Just as steady as usual
He might have been greeting any
chance acquaintance. He was con-
scious that Carlyn looked rather
, old, a triie blase, and her COM
pleNion was made up too much for
beauty. He had been fortunate TO
escape her. He found himself cri-
ideally comparing her 10 the sincere.
naturally beautiful little creature
who held his heart. How could he
ever have loved Carolynl
The fair visitor did not tarry
long. She realized. all too well. that
woman OF thirty can not success
fully compete with youth. at twenty
The eternal Triangle exclaimed
Edmee when they were alone. Il
think that I viii write a love story
uow-aboGt you" she told him.
And how will YOU end II. little
sweetheart" he whispered. his hips
on her eyes and her mouth.
The hero and the lady who took
his house right away from him"
Were married in the moon of
falling blossoms he supplemented.
And lived happily ever after"
she prophesied. Then in true house
wifely alarm she ran 10 the wagon
cite. The kettle" she said drama
tically, has boiled dry"