The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1917-08-09

not having the impending burden OF q
wife will make it. easier, for you to
give your whole mind to. your profes.
sional work the first years"
Years? How long is this notion of
yours going to keep us apart, I'd like
to know?" Leonard was not vet con.
ylnced OF the wisdom of the plan, but
all his arguments failed to shake
James faith i'll it, and so they said
good-by as friends only.
Jane was taking q final survey of
the apartment she had decorated and
| ierhishcd Tor Mrs. Delaicld, who had
iHit inc selection of materials and col.
ofs SO largely to her that the result
was the most satisfactory OF the many
| similar apartments shc had decorated
during her two years with her Aunt
Amy.
Outside i, was drizzly November
oaS' Dut within the apartment there
were color and comfort and cheeri-
ness. Jane dropped down in a tapes.
tflcd armchair by the living room
"lhdo" which overlooked the Hudson.
rs she looked about her cozy, home
ilhe room she sighed heavily as she
| lhouehI Shc must leave it all now and
| see IL no more. She fclt homesick for
just such a home OF her own. AS the
rain tricklcd down the window glass
q tear tricklcd down James cheek.
Then her mind went back to the
ola homo in Springfield. where she
had been but twice since she took up
her busy life in New York. The last
| time was to her brothers wedding, a
year ago. She could imagine them
| all as they would be at this hour-her
mother sitting by the wood fire, her
pfotnerS wife grooming 4 song to the
wee Daby, and watching the clock for
the time when her husband would
hurry homo from his noisy Touring
mill to the quiet firesidc. Jane
| thought also of Leonard Mills, who
was reported doing wonders profes-
slonally, but whose occasional letters
TO her gave scant personal history.
Through the villagers she had heard
when at home last that he had re.
ceived considerable legacy from an
aunt, who died in California. The
sound or Mrs. Delaticld'S voice COM
ing out OF the elevator broke James
| reverie.
It's regular dream, | tell you;
and isn't it just the worst luck that
we cant enjoy it, after all?" she was
saying. But If YOU want to send that
telegram you'd bettcr go back down
to the office, for my telephone is not
in and it will be an hour before I'm
ready to go. I've ordered tea sent up
from the cafe. Come on UP when
you're ready"
She came on into the living room
as she concluded the last remark over
her shoulder, and Jane heard a faint
response in mans voice as she rose
TO greet her patron.
could hardly resist making be-
lieve it was all mine," said Jane smil
| ingly as sho waved her hands TO in
| dicate the coZy apartment
| And l can hardly resist tears whel
think it can't be mine after ALL Th,
doctors have ordered my husband t
southern California, and we're goin,
TO start next week"
oh, I'm SO sorry you must go, ant
SO sorry your husband hasn't i'm
proved
1T is because he refused to 20 when
the doctors advised it; now they or
der it," After a walk through the
apartment Mrs. Delafield returned to
the living room. IL was just telling
my cousin, who is locating in New
York" she added, that he would have
to find wife and take this apartment
Off my hands. Here he is now Come
in Len. Miss Wilson, let me present
my cousin. Mr.. Mills"
The words were tho only things
commonplace about the introduction.
Mrs. Delafield stood astonished as
Leonard grabbed both Of James hands
! and Jane looked pleased to have him
do so. She read enough between the
lines OF their partial explanation to
think it advisable to leave them alone.
| SO She went for final look at the
| tiled kitchen and bath, whose perfect
equipment had been her especial pride.
When she returned, only fifteen min
utes later, Leonard led Jane to her,
and, with sweeping bow, presented
her as the future Mrs. Mills. A flash
Of pleased surprise passed over Mrs.
Delafeld's face.
"Oh then you will take the apart.
ment. won't you?" she exclaimed
And they took it Immediately.
Copyright 1915. by the Mcclure Newspa-