The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1917-01-11


you've been riding with him every
day2"
"All except one. I've been sorry
ever since that missed that one. He
was invariably courteous. He Is a
gentleman.
"YOu infer that l am not" ex-
claimed Vandervyn. $50 he's courteous
and smooth and slick, is he? One
might know that you've been raised
in the backwoods."
"You forget I spent four years at
the capital of Canada"
"In convent! No wonder you've
let him play you"
The girl met the leer with tantaliz-
ing smile.
at has been a most amusing game.
He treats me with as much respect as
if were young lady of his own set.
"There's no one else here for him to
flirt with"
"That is an advantage, is 1t not|
The girl dropped into her English man
ner. Il daresay he will forget me as
soon as he gets back to civilization
unless decide to accept his proposal
Vandervyn stared at her cynically.
"You needn't try to rag me, Marie"
She smiled. $50 you do doubt what
l say. Yet it is true. Captain Hardy
did me the honor of declaring that he
wished to marry me-"
"Hardy asked you?-he, a captain
in the regular army"
"And | a quarterbreed, the daughter
of my father. Amazing, is it not?
Vandervyn caught himself up as he
saw the proud humility of her express
sion. 1t was a new look to him. He
had often seen her proud, but never
humble. His jealousy flared: "How
did you answer him? You didn't ac-
cept-you refused the old board
| back"
'Yes and no, that is, not yet" the
girl teased.
Vandervyn stepped close and
grasped her arm.
BE so kind as to release me, MIR.
Vandervyn."
"You coquette You're trying to
play me against him."
$50 that is what you think of me?"
The girl wrenched herself free and
turned from him haughtily.
He stepped forward, and again
grasped her arm. His voice shook
with jealous anger: you shall have
nothing to do with him! He shall not
have you"
Indeed! May l ask what right you
have to dictateY'
"YOu love me, that is Why" he flung
back at her. you love me, Marie.
You can't deny it." His voice sank to
a deep, ardent, golden note that sent
a tremOr through her. "You are mine
mime! You know it. Your arm
quivers-that look in your eyes! You
cannot hide your love, Marie-sweet-
hearth
He sought to embrace her. But
again she wrenched herself free from
him. She could no longer feign hau,
teur. Her face was rosy with bushes
her bosom heaved; her eyes, behind
their yelling lashes, glOwed with ten
der passion. Yet she kept her head
despite the intoxicating ardor Of his
look. Unlike Oinna, she was not sc
unsophisticated as he persisted in
thinking her.
"You take a good deal for granted
Mr.. Vandervyn," she attempted q
mocking tone. II am not yet youl
sweetheart, nor am l so sure shal
be-"
He came nearer to her, his eyes the
color of violets and sparkling with tiny
golden CLEANS. He held out his arms
His voice was low and enticing
Observation-Disclosures ~
She swayed toward him, checked
E herself in the act of yielding, ant
: eluded his grasp.
mo" she cried. you're bit toe
sure. I've no mother, halfbreed Of
otherwise, to advise me, my dear Reg
gle. must be my own chaperOn
You charge Captain Hardy with trying
to play me. Yet when he spoke 70 MI
of his love he also spoke of marriage.
Vandervyn's eyes narrowed and a
5 quickly widened in their most child
J like stare.
: "How can you, Marie?" he re
2 proached. "You say that as If yol
= think l have been trifing with you al
( these months, when you know as wei
as I But of course, if you do no
e trust me, have no show against him
: He is free. am, as you know, tie'
t down by the uncertainty of my posi-
tion."
e "That is quite sad, is it nOt?" sh
r mocked. II am rather more fortu
= nate. Whether or not there is an
= uncertainty about my position, ar
not bound to anyone, nor am boun
Y to bind myself to anyone"
n "Why are you so hard to me?" h
h pleaded "You know that if my uncl
d got even hint that am interested 1
d girl out here it would be all off wit
Y me. He doesn't know what you ar
o like. and it would be impossible /
d writing to convince him how charmin
l. you are"
ie "What a misfortune! Only, as
r happens, have no wish to marry Sci
ator Clemmer. He already has
Il Wife"
r. "That's just it-a wife and half
s. dozen daughters. It's all cut and drie
Ip that am to marry Ella, the oldest I'll
married one."
"Ah-so that is why" faltere
a Marie, the rich color ebblng from HI
cheeks. But she was only momenta