The circle banner. [volume] (Circle, Mont.) 1914-1939, 1917-02-16
"It's the TRUTH" doggedly.

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two!
"When are you going to the hospi-
tal?"
Tomorrow"
SIS that Wilson's hospital?"
eyes,"
Alas for his resolve! The red haze
Of jealousy came again. "Youll be see
ing him every day, suppose"
II dare say. shall also be seeing
twenty or thirty other doctors, and a
hundred or so men patients, not to
mention visitors. Joe, you're not ra-
| tional."
"No," he said heavily, "Pm not. If
it's got to be someone, Sidney, I'd
rather have it the roomer upstairs
than Wilson. There's a lot Of talk
about Wilson,"
'It isn't necessary to malign my
friends
| He rose.
"Wilson had better look out. I'll be
watching. If I see him playing any
of his tricks around you-well, he'd
better look out!"
That, as it turned out, was Joe's
| farewell. He had reached the break
| ing-point. He gave her long look,
| blinked, and walked rapidly out to the
Street. Some of the dignity of his
retreat was lost by the fact that the
cat followed him, close at his heels.
Sidney was hurt, greatly troubled.
| She even shed a tear or two, very
surreptitiously; and then, being human
and much upset, and the cat startling
her by its sudden return, she shooed
it off the veranda and set an imaginary
dog after it. Whereupon, feeling some
what better, she went In and locked
the balcony window and proceeded up
stairs.
LIE Moyne's light was still going. The
rest of the household slept. She
paused outside the door.
"Are you sleepy?"-very softly.
There was movement inside, the
sound of book put down. Then: "No,
indeed
Il may not see you in the morning.
leave tomorrow"
aust a minute"
From the sounds, she judged that
he was putting on his shabby gray
coat. The next moment he had opened
the door and stepped out into the cor
ridor.
81 believe you had forgottenp
81? Certainly not. I started down.
stairs while ago, but you had visi-
tor"
"Only Joe Drummond."
He gazed down at her quizzically.
"And-is Joe more reasonable?"
He will be. He knows that L
that I shall not marry him."
poor chap! He'll buck up, of
course. But it's little hard just now.
When do you leave?'
"Just after breakfast"
81 am going very early. Perhaps"
He hesitated. Then, hurriedly:
81 got little present for you-noth-
ing much, but your mother was quite
willing. In fact, we bought it to-
gether."
turned with small box. She opened
it with excited fingers. Ticking away
on its satin bed was a small gold
watch.
"Youll need it, you see," he ex-
planned nervously.
"a watch" said Sidney, eyes on 1t. |
"a dear little watch, to pin on and |!
not put in a pocket. Why, you're the |
best person!"
81 was afraid you might think 1t
presumptuous," he said. II haven't |
any right, of course. And then, your |
mother said you wouldn't be offend
ed"
Don't apologize for making me SO
happy!" she cried. TITS wonderful,
really. And the little hand is for
pulses! How many queer things you
knowp
After that she must pin 1t on, and
slip In to stand before his mirror and
inspect the result. 1t gave LIE M0yne
a queer thrill to see her there in the
room, among his books and his pipes.
It made him little sick, too, in view
If tomorrow and the thousand-odd to-
"Tve kept you up shamefully," she,
said at last, ''and you get up SO early.
shall write you O note from the hos
)ital, delivering little lecture on ex-
ravagance-because how can now, |
With this Joy shining on me? And
about how to keep Katie In order
bout your socks, and all sorts Of
Kings. And-and now, good night"
She had moved to the door, and he Y
ollowed her, STOPPING little to pass s
Inder the low chandelier. Ii
Good night" said Sidney. 1t