Grand Forks herald., 1917-02-23
"ALICE DEVINE."
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way you think 1 did,
1t was absurd. I did want to wiring
Walsh's neck.
Well. could only sit tight and
keep my temper. 1 did. took
Alice's snubbings like lamb. a cheer
full lamb. But once or twice when
Walsh chipped in. 1 was pleased to
get, the chance of showing that the
lambness was only skin-deep. Ger
tainly I gave him every excuse to
punch my head. I only wished he
1t plain that whatever she might say.
l was still her friend. Yet it was
hard work to see her playing with
fire, and keep quiet. If I had not
been SO tied up. If I could have let
myself go. and made UP my mind to
marry her, and ask her to marry me.
I thought I could get into position
The ghost trick stuck in my mind.
All the while she went on growing
friendlier and friendlier with Walsh.
I found that she was even letting him
help her take her waits into the
country for afternoon outings. He
spoke to her about it before me just
to annoy me. He took them in his
motorcar, just as had taken the an
archists; and she went with them TO
that did annoy me worse than any
thing. 1 could only hope that her old
distrust of him was still alive under
this new friendliness; and I had an
idea that she showed herself far
more friendly with him when I was
present, hearing their o talk. al /. than than
!insufferable with his triumphant airs:
they did not get at me much. / took
it that he was only putting them on
just to annoy me.
Naturally I was delighted to see,
one evening at Scruton's. that Walsh
had received a setback. Alice had
plainly quarreled with him: she
would have nothing to do with him.
He kept leaving the baccarat-table
and coming to her and talking. But
from his face 1 gathered that she was
snubbing him worse than she snubbed
me. He was a blackish purple. At
the same time she showed herself no
friendlier with me; !she did not use
me to annoy Walsh. Then 1 thought
that she looked rather unhappy: and
it spoilt my pleasure in her quarrel
with Walsh. 1t looked as if she were
feeling unhappy because she had
quarreled with him.
usual cheerful way; and I could not
help saying: I'm glad to see you've
found Walsh out. I thought he was
pretty sure to give himself away. He's
not the sort of man that it's safe for
a woman to be decent to at all"
She was sitting stiffly enough: but
she drew herself up even more stiffly;
and her pretty eyes sparkled. and she
said: II don't see anything what
W.. L~II
Walsh and Lord Garthoyle."
"Oh, but there is-lots." I said.
She said little breathlessly: "Oh.
Cheek? Yes: 1 have. I was born
with it," said I. stroking It, But
all the same it's true. And honest
lily, where Walsh is concerned. you
have to be careful-you do really
You can tell him I said so, too"
She looked at me as though she
did not know quite what unpleasant
gravating for words. She opened
her lips; then she shut them and said
nothing.
OF course, 1t was cheek; but was
glad to have given her the warning
I suppose, however, that that was why
she let Walsh make peace with her.
and seemed more friendly with him
than ever. It really looked as IL he
would win out and marry her. 1t
would be great pity, she was far
too delicate and sensitive to be the
wife of that scowling scoundrel. She
might be happy with him for a couple
Of months at the outside: then 1t
would be the usual neglect and other
women.
1t was very annoying. 1t worried
me and made me restless. Things
grew so tasteless-polo. and motor
ing and even being the complete
Gardens. Baccarat was rather better;
though I had to be careful 10 play
sitting with my back to Alice, that
might not see her and Walsh to-
gether. I felt 80 helpless to prevent
her making a mess Of things. Yet
somehow could not get 1t out of my
head that she did not really care for
| him and no more. I wondered how
he would take it when he found out
that 1t was so. was afraid he might
make himself violently unpleasant. I
could only hope that might be at
hand when he did: for did not
think that. even II she went to Scru-
ton, he would be Of much help to her
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they had had another quarrel: for
Walsh came scowling to the baccarat-
table, and did not 80 near her for Al
hour: then they seemed to make 1t
up.
The next afternoon I went down
to Wembly Park for some polo prac-
tice. As motored into the Gardens,
on my return. saw q small and
rather ragged boy hurrying along the
pavement, and recognized Alice's
protege, Robispierrs Briggs, the an.
archirt stopped the car and called
70 him.
He came running up and cried:
Mr.: Garth. IT. Miss Alice. She's bin
carried awye!"
'carried away. what do you.
mean7,' said, "a.
It's Sir ThserhaId walsh i'm.
whass : barenit q ~ Nj Allies