The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1918-02-05
A WISHING GAME
BY N. M'cUlLocA.WiLLiAMs
lCopyright. IYI1, by IHe MCCLURE Newspa.
~. per Syndicatel

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Lets play wish on It's the only
way Wen ever get things" Joe said,
trying to speak lightly, but failing
rather piteously.
Leslie smiled softly. "you first"
she said. IL have to be shown you
know. Wish me-what ycu will"
"Oh! First, an Easter bonnet, wien
a towering feather on It," Joe half
chanted, adding with grimace,
might us well wish you crown"
"Got all the crown l pine fora
martyrs" Leslie retorted. Then, with
n little laugh: "Joe. you were made
for grandeurs. l wish on you Paris
frock-the last word of fashion--nnd
nll that goes with 1t; II motorcar. Of
course, and, equally Of course, hus-
band to provide It."
"You generous person ~ Joe cried.
standing on one foot and swinging the
other. For moment she was figure
Of Joy, all worries forgotten In the pic.
ture Of her imaginary self. "Only
please wish the right husband. I
couldn't bare him II he was build or
had face that sat propped on dou.
bic chin"
II must say you're over nice. Never
look a gift-husband In the mouth" Les.
lie flung back.
They thought themselves alone in
their aunts house--a big house. beau
tifully furnished, with all save love.
She gave Its shelter rather grudgingly
to those children of her sister and her
brother.
Through an open window came the
Whit Of fine cigar; following It, the
slight stir of one rising from Il rather
creaky steamer chair. Joe started vio-
lently, whispering: "The Sultan must
be here! How did II happen, all I'M
known by us?" H,
"Came by airplane, most likely" Les
lie returned as cautiously. "But I'm
wondering how long ago. Suppose
only suppose--he overheard"
Better DEATH" Joe whispered, strik-
ing an attitude. but giggling too much
to hold 1t. Cautiously the pair crept
Into the wide hall. up the stairs, down
corridor, and at last won haven in
their own special wing. A tiny win.
dow In II, almost obscured by vines,
gave them q view of the piazza out
side the library. where they had talked.
Yes, there sat the Sultan, otherwise
John Melton.
EASY mind here. He looks too
wooden for anything. II he heard, he
didn't understand" Joe commented,
putting down the glasses through
which she had surveyed him. I'D
rather die a spinster--almost," Joe
said plaintively. She had the glasses
again. Through them the piaxxa show
cd very near. Hence she saw clearly
dog WHINING frOthing. whirllng. dart
round the angie Of 1t and leap toward
the unsuspecting sitter. One. twice.
thrice the mad brute spranR but Joe
saw only the first leap. With Leslie
at her heels she ran to the strangers
help: None too soon. .t..
As they came upon him, he stood
tense, jaws set, hands locked about the
dogs throat, holding 1t away from him
with the strength of giant.
Get something's blnnket-thlcker
the better" lie ordered over his shout
der at sound Of footsteps.
| Leslie darted to fetch q heavy
steamer rug. Joe hdnted cord--clothes-
line, strong and flexible How she did
1t she never knew, but In some fashion
a dangling, moose of the cord caught
over the snarling. strangllng muzzle
and was deftly drawn taut. Then u
cast Of the robe made the creature
helpless. NOW, please, I'm very lone
some. Won't you let me In the game T.
"You llstened!" Joe cried.
Melton nodded. "Nothing else l
could do" he said, almost plaintively.
"You know the doctrine of necessity
excuses almost anything;
III only we had known" Leslie MUIR
INJURED. r.,, -.r--.,,
A fortnight later he asked Joe to
marry him, and marveled that she
turned as white as death willie she
listened. When he wnited her answer
she turned from him, walked the room
length twice, then stopped dead, say.
Ing, you've made mistake. You
don't want me-Leslle-"
"What of herr" Melton asked.
Joe choked, but went on bravcly:
"Take her out OF all this. She is al.
most mad from it, want her 20 be
happy. No matter about me-
'''She. shall be happy. We will not
leave her here. But you must take
me, or that can't happen" Melton said
gally.
Joe looked away. "She won't co."
she snld.
"Asll her." Melton retained. smiling
whimsicnlly.
And before Joe could spcilk there
was Leslie right behind her, saying
with happy tears:
Dear girl, it is-all right"
Marching to the Left.
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