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ranged for three. She sighed with sat
isfaction when she thought Of the pan
try shelves and icebox grooming with
good things she and Mrs. Woodward
liked In the old days at home.
For Bob was coming back Not to
stay, but to take n months rest In the
pure, fresh air OF the country where
he was raised. Ruth" called Mrs.
Woodward over the bannlsters. 'you'd
better get dressed. The house looks
all right now, and you've only is min
utes till train time"
"Yes, auntie, I'm coming. I've just
been wondering"
Wondering what, dearT'
wondering if Bob has changed any
If he'll notice that things are-oh, |
told you | couldn't say 1t. You see,
when people go away from place and
get rich and are used to all sorts of
things, and then come back, the old
things and the old people may not
seem so attractive"
She brushed back her thick wavy
hair into a roll at her neck where
Bob used to like It. and hurried into
dainty white dress and was just
claSping the necklace of seed pearls
| that he had sent her for Christmas,
when there was the sound Of a car,
| hurrying feet and Bob's voice. Hello,
people auntle, Ruthie. Hello, I say,
where are your
And in an instant everybody was in
everybody else's arms. Ruth's fears
| flew to the winds. 1t was Bob, their
hadn't changed, except to become bet
| ter looking than ever, and his clothes
somehow had different look than Of
| old.
Bob held her off at arms length and
looked her over and then turned her
slowly around "Ruthie, you're a stun
ner; that dress just suits you, and
there isn't a girl in New York who
wouldn't give her right arm for that
complexion of yours. And that hair
Ruthie. you're a beauty! Isn't she,
auntie" and catching his aunt by the
waist he spun her around several times
IN spite Of her gasping protests, just
as ne had of old.
Ruth was radantly happy. Mel
Bob had not changed ut all.
Tea was a wonderful affair, where
everybody talked at once and told ev-
erything that anybody knew.
1t was while Bob was picking up
crumbs that had fallen round the cho-
colate cake, that he said nonchalant-
ly-so very nonchalantly that Ruth
pricked up her ears at once-"Do you
know the Owens who had rented the
old Stephenson place on the hill for
the summerT
"No" said Mrs. Woodward. They're
not ow kind Bobbie. They're society
folks and we're not I understand it's
very gay there-house parties all the
time and everything. The girls pretty,
they say. Do you know them, Bobbie2
They're from New York"
eyes. Mr. Owens a client of mine.
I've been to the house several times,
and they're all nice people Katha-
ripA is pretty. She rides WELL"
De you know her very well?" asked
Ruth.
"Oh, yes. We ride together some
times. It's about all the exercise get.
BY, the way auntie, I'm having my
horse sent out tomorrow. There's room
in the barn, isn't there. I brought my
riding things along. thought this air
and these wonderful roads n pity to
be wasted, now Tn here"
Before many days had passed it was
clear to the girl and the woman in the
little white house that more than
desire for rest had brought Bob home.
He was over at the Owens or riding
with Katharine most of the time.
One day Bob came in from a ride
while Ruth was gathering eggs in the
barn. She had on a blue Bingham
dress and her cheeks were the delicate
pink of 0phelia roses. To her intense
amazement Bob came right up to her
and kissed her deliberately on the
mouth.
"Bobbie, you mustn't do that again !"
"Why not? I couldn't help It,"
"You--you care for another girl and
II isn't right
Bob flecked thoughtfully at his rid
ing boot with whip Tor q moment be-
fore answering.
Listen, Ruth. l won't kiss you
again until you say may. But as for
caring for any one else, 1--we found
out since | came here that don't. I
thought l did. but I've found out diff
ferently. You'll think I'm silly. Ruth
| know yon think Tn just sort of
cousin, hut do you know I've fallen In
love with YOU? But l don't think I
knew it, quite, until this minute when
YOU looked at me over your shoulder
as l came in. l feel as though I've
inst sort Of discovered you all at once.
I wish you'd say You liked me little,
Ruthie"
II love you. Bobbie," whispered
Ruth.
Copyright. 1917. by the Mcclure NewEpa-
per Syndicate)