The Dermott news. (Dermott, Ark.) 1910-1977, 1917-01-25

of Christine's husband getting an apos-
tie spoon"
She smiled up at him. You are
! locking very grand today. But you
have grass strains on your white trou-
sers. Perhaps Katie can take them
| out"
Quite suddenly X. felt that she
| thought him too old for such frivolity
of dress. 1t put him on his mettle.
How old do you think / am. Miss
Sidney7"
mot over forty, I'm sure"
I'm almost thirty. 1t is middle age,
| Of course, butt is not senility."
Clearly the subject OF his years did
not interest her vitality, for she harked
| back to the grass stains.
I'm afraid you're not saving, as you
promised. Those are new clothes, aren't
| they?"
NO, indeed. Bought years ago in
England coat in London, the
trousers i. Bath, on motor tour. Cost
something like twelve shillings. Awful
ly cheap. They Wear them for cricket"
That WAS a wrong move. of course.
Sidney must hear about England; and
she marveled politely. in view of his
poverty. about his being there. Poor
lie Moyne iioundered In sen of men
dacity. rose To a truth here and there.
clutched Mt luncheon, and achieved
safety ut last.
ITO think" said Sidney. that you
have really been across the ocean
| never knew but one person who had
| been abroad. 1t is DR. Max Wilson"
Back again to Doctor Max, lie
Moyne, unpacling sandwiches from II
| basket, was aroused by sheer resent
ment to indiscretion.
You like this Wilson chap pretty
we'll don't you?"
what do You mean?"
You talk about him rather lot"
This was sheer reekleSSness. of
| course. He expected fury, humiliation.
He did not look up, but busted him
self with the luncheon. When the ST.
lence grew oppressive. he ventured to
glance toward her. She was leaning
! i'A N'tl W. III 'LIIll NAiItA III i'i BiililS'
staring out over the valley that
stretched ut their feet.
| Don't speak to me for a minute or
two" She said. I'm thinking over
what you have just said"
Down through the valley ran a shall
low river. making noisy pretensions to
both depth and fury. He remembered
| just such a river in the Tyrol, with this
same Wilson on a rock. holding the
hand of pretty Austrian girl. while
he snapped the shutter of camera.
He had that picture somewhere now /;
but the girl was dead. and, OF the
three. Wilson was the only one who
had met life and vanquished 1t.
I've known him all my life" Sid
ney said at last. You're perfectly
right about one thing: l talk about
him and l think about him. I'm being
candid, because what's the use of be-
ing friends II were not frank? l adj
mire him-you'd have 10 see him in the
| hospital. with everyone deferring to
him and all that. To understand. And
when YOU think of man like that,
who holds life and death in his hands,
of course you rather thrill. II hon
estly believe that's all there Is to IT,"
If that's the whole thing that's
hardly mad passion" He tried to
| smile: succeeded family.
We'll. of course. there's this. too.
know he'll never look at me. I'll be
one of forty nurses; indeed for three
| months I'll be only probationer. He'll
probably never even remember I'm in
the hospital nj all"
Il see. Then. If you thought he was
in love with you, things would be diff
ferent?"
If l thought DIR. Max Wilson was In
love with me-" said Sidney solemnly,
I'd so out OF my head with JOY"
To hide the shock with which he
realized that she was, unknown To her
self, already in the throes of roman
tie attachment for Wilson, X. suggest
ed a descent TO the river. She accept
ed eagerly, and he helped her down.
That was another memory that out
lasted the day-her small warm hand
In his; the time she slipped and he
caught her; the pain In her eyes at
one of his thoughtless remarks.
I'm going TO be pretty lonely" he
said, when She had paused in the de-
scent and MAS taking stone out of her
low shoe. Il shall hate To come home
Ut night" And then. seeing her vince:
I've been whining all day. For
heavens sake. don't look like that. II
there's one sort of mar detcSt more
than another, It's man who is sorry
for himself. DO you suppose your
mother would object II we stayed out
here at the hotel for supper? I've or
dered moon, orange-yellow and extra
size"
Il should hate TO have anything or
dered and wasted"
Then We'll stay"
Its fearfully extravaeant."
"lll be thrifty rs to moons while YOU