Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1917-01-02

Can't we be just very good friends
us we've always beenT
He moved restlessly. That's the
trouble. I'm just person you've
grown used to and now you can't as
sociate me with love. II I'd come
along a stranger and gone at 1t right
believe / could have won you. Like
Clark Latshaw." he added.
"Hartr
I'm right more or less" recklessiy.
you've been different person since
he came and maybe you dol.'t know II.
little girl, but l said good-by to my
chances after saw his valet ard
French car"
you're saying horrld thlngs-things
you've no right to say. think we'd
better 20 back"
Forgive me, Aleen. I'm a brute.
It's all right, little girl. Forget what
I've said and forgive If you can.
want you to be happy, that's sure.
Only remember this, Aleen, If you ever
need me I'm ready for a home run ev-
cry time. Promise %
II promise on one condition"
"YesT
THAT you'll do the samei"
"A man never needs help from
woman"
''He may. Promise any way. Re
member you're my best friend, Hart"
"All right. / promise"
foxrr doyc later loa., xuoo ,-of,1r..-
ing from the lake to open the city
house for the family. With her on the
Pullman was Clark Latshaw, who
found that he was suddenly called to
New York on the same day.
Aleen had worried about Hart, and
his remark about Clark had set her
to thinking. Could it be possible that
she did care for his money?
But an hour of conversation on the
train opened her eyes and 1t brought
relief. mo, it's not his money / like"
she decided, TITS his mind. I'd no
idea he knew so much and could talk
Of so many things"
So she banished dull care and set
tied herself to enjoy the rest of the
ride.
Clark was calling her attention to
a cloud effect around mountain
peak, like fluffy white plumes around
a purple-cocked hat, when the door of
the stateroom at the end of car opened
and they heard baby cry.
A quick frown of annoyance crossed
Clark's face. II wish they'd shut that
door," he said, as the wailing kept up
and showed no signs of diminishing.
poor little thing" Aleen couldn't
help saying. ut sounds like just
little bit of thing. / imagine it's
hard travelling with babiesr
And then appeared the tiny offender
IN the arms of very red and Wild
looking man.
Hart y cried Aleen in sympathetic
surprise, while a smile of annoyed
amusement appeared on Clarks face.
Hart did not see them at first, but
started to pace the aisle with the fran
tic air Of a person who, having done
all he can with the head, throws rea-
son to the winds and uses his feet in
stead.
"Of all fool thingsl" declared Clark.
Let him alone. Why doesn't he take
It back and shut the door? Where's
its motherY
Il think it's his sisters baby. It's
very new and can't understand"
puzzled Aleen.
The cries were coming nearer. Aleen
sprang up and met the disturbers in
he aisle on their return trip.
Give me the baby, Hart" she COM
handed.
mo, thank you. I'll not trouble you"
he said. Clark's disappearing, half
hooking face nettled him, and it stung
him to see them together.
She held out her arms. But you
promised" she reminded him sweetly.
He thought an instant There are
lines man needs woman's help"
came back to him. He dumped the
crying bundle of pink and white into
her arms with relief.
ITS sisters youngster. She's sick
ana theyre sending the baby 10 spe-
eialist for something or other. Just
at train time his nurse had somebody
die and she couldn't come. There was
nobody but me to bring him, so /
jumped In and came; but don't know
much about babies. lists awfully
good of you"
[leen in the instant before she took
tn baby had comprehensive glimpse
of the two men. Hart-big, bOyish,
awkward and tousled and smelling
Of sour milk, but with it all
tenderness and pity in his face for
the little mite he held; Clark-im-
maculate, brilliant and his face set in
hard disappearing lines, petulant over
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