The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1918-12-05
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Mcintosh sorted his letters
pausing for an instant to look
superscription upon a small,
envelope. the handwriting Of
he did not recognize. This he
de for the moment for more
business and then forgot 1t.
was strange, for II was an In
thing, lying as 1t did alone upon
* in front Of him. Once his
d upon 1t and he stretched out
d to take It up but was inter-
and not until he left the Office,
liter, was he conscious that the
las still unread.
licked 1t up and slipped 1t into
ket, thinking to read 1t at his
and again 1t was forgotten.
was neither q careless nor for
man, but at this time he was
ID by an important case that
all his energy and determine
carry it to a successful issue.
this, he believed 1t to be an in
which he had no time to &C.
months later as he was passing
bite House he collided with a
in white who had suddenly
in his path to read the suffrage
held aloft by a very tired
girl. With an apology he was
10 pass on, when he caught a
ew Of the face under the broad
bd hat. "You," he said, stopping
hnd holding out his hand. II
h you were In California"
ms until two months ago." Mary
answered, "and 1t is good to be
bven If my throat does contract
In ache every time a uniform
me. War seemed farther away
IRE, but here, where almost every
nan you meet is in khaki, 1t Is
lear"
/" he said, looking at her with
lative eyes, "living in Washing
! are In the midst Of things and
bar is brought very close. But
be we forget it for a time. Come
bike lunch with me. I know a
where they give you wonderful
Ind a delicious salad. That is, Of
\ unless you prefer a hotel"
tastes are still simple" she re-
with q laugh. "Rolls and salad
good to a hungry woman"
|is rather a shabby little place"
swered. almost in apology.
bat matter? Washington is a
Il extremes. Two blocks up the
|e from the White House is
iness indeed. Walk down Seven
street until you reach the Cor
Art gallery. What do you
Gentility, nothing more until
'ome to the wonderful group Of
ngs further on. That is the one
about Washlngton--its strong
,sts."
lid not bring you to lunch to talk
contrasts and extremes. I want
ar about yourself. Why didn't
st me know you were In town."
'n't you read the daily papers?"
sked carelessly. II believe was
lnced even to the details Of my
ling dress, which was an old one,
e way, and did not deserve no
""
hever read the society news and
lty does not sit well upon you,
lear young lady. What reason
Du have for not sending me your
e you sure did Dot?"
lite sure. It would have reached
you had sent IT,"
forgot your address and did not
to look In the directory. You
I've 1t to me now, If you WILL"
looked at her steadily. "Are you
sure that was the reason?"
by not? It is the best I can
of on the spur of the moment" "
burned lightly.
hy should there be a reasonT" he
again.
hy do you always look for one|
puntered back. "Thlnk Of it as a
ms whim."
|ither whims nor frivolity be-
! you," he replied shortly, "but |
|iye you my card" He drew a
Pse from his pocket and, not find
What he wanted, laid several
upon the table. Uppermost on
lie was the unopened letter re-
two months before.
~ Bowie's eyes widened, then
Pe expressionless as she glanced
It to her companion, still search
Il his elusive card. As he raised
yes they, also, were caught and
Py the square envelope.
Forgot it." he said simply. "It
Pa me when / was absorbed In
'portant case. OF course 1t was
psable. l meant to read 1t when
leisure, but whenever | started TO
! was interrupted. If you will
p me / will look over it now"
4 1t wait. An hour or so will
nake little difference to your cor
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