The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1918-11-05

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but you'd find the not understand
ing him a little more CALLING If you
were his wife. You see. didn't
know that I was marrying a sort
or sporting Mr.. Skimpole."
81 wonder" Holen reflected, how
Henry and Mr.. LessinGham Will get
on when they see more of one an
other"
Il really don't care" I'hilippa OBJ
served indifferently.
II used TO notice so.netimes-that
vas soon after you were married"
Helen continued, that Henry was
just a little inclined to be Jealous"
Philippa withdrew her eyes from
the sea There was a queer little
smile upon her lips.
well. IL he still is" she said.
"Ill give him something to be
Jealous about"
Poor Mr.. LessinghAm" Helen
murmured.
Philippa's eyebrows were raised.
Poor Mr.. Lesslngham? she re-
peated. Il don't think you'll find
that he'll be in the least sorry for
himself"
"He may be in earnest" Helen
reminded her friend. you can be
horribly attractive when you like,
you know, Philippa."
Philippe smiled sweetly.
at is just possible" she said,
that / may be in earnest myself.
I've Quarreled pretty desperately
with Henry, you know, and I'm a
helpless creature without a little
admiration"
Helen rose suddenly 20 her feet
Her eyes were fixed upon a figure
approaching through the wood.
You really aren't respectable,
Philippa," she declared. Throw
away your cigarette, for heavens
sake. and sit up. Some one is COM
ing"
Philippa only moved her head
lazily. The sunlight. which came
down in q thousand little zigEags
through the wind-tossed trees, fell
straight upon her rather pale, def
ant little face, with its unexpressed
eVasive charm, and seemed to ind a
new depth OF color In the red-gold
or her disordered hair. Her slim,
perfect body was stretched almost
at full length, one leg drawn a lit
tie up, her hands carelessIy droop-
ing toward the grass. The cigar
cite was still burning in the corner
of her lips.
Il Decline" she said, "to throw
away my cigarette for any one"
Least OF all, trust" a familiar
voice fnterposed, "for me-"
Philippa sat upright at once.
smoothed her hair. and looked a
little resentfuIly at LessinRham.
He was wearing a brown tweed
knickerbocker suit, and he carried
gun under his arm.
Whatever are you doing up
here" she demanded, "and do you
know anything about our game
laws? You can't come out into the
woods here and shoot things Just
because you feel like it"
He disposed OF his gun and seat
ed himself between them.
That is quite all right" he as
Sured her. Your neighbor. Mr..
"indoVer, to whom these woods an
parently belong. asked me to bring
my gun out this morning and try
and get a woodcock"
Gracious, You don't mean that
MI Windover is here. too?" Phil
ippa demanded, looking around.
Lesstngham shook his head.
His car came for him at the
other side OF the wood he ex-
pialneo. He was wanted to 20
on the bench elected to walk
home"
And the woodcock?- she asked.
u adore woodcock,"
He produced one from his pocket.
took UP her felt hat. which was
lying amongst the bracken. and
busted himself insulating the pin
feathers under the silk band.
There he said. handing it to
her. the first woodcock OF the
season. We got four. and | really
only accepted one in the hope that
you would IKE it. shall leave il
with the estimable Mills. on NV
return"
you must come and share it"
Philippa insisted. Those bows OF
NorAis are coming in to dinner.
Your gift shall be the piece de
resistance"
Then may I dine another night?-
he begged. This place encourages
in me the grossest Of appetites."
Have no fear" she replied.
You will never see that woodcock
again. / shall have il for nv
luncheon tomorrow. ] ordered din
ner before I came out. and through
Il may be a simple feast. ] promise
that you shall not go away hungry"
viii you promise that you will
never send me away hungry" ne
asked, dropping his voice for a
moment
She turned and studied him.
Helen, who had strolled few
yards away, was knee deep in the
golden brown bracken. picking
some gorgeously colored leaves
from a solitary bramble bush.
LessInghsm had thrown his cap
onto the ground. and his wind
tossed hair and the unusual color in
his cheeks were both, in their way.
becoming. His loose but well-fit-
ting country clothes, his tie and
soft collar. were oil well chosen
and suitable. She admired his high
forehead and his firm. rather proud
mouth. His eyes as well as his tone
were full OF seriousness.
You know that you ought to be
saying that to some Gretchen away
across that terrible North Sea"
she Laughed.
There is no Gretchen who has
ever made my heart shake as you
do" he whispered.
She picked UP her hat and sighed
Really" she said. Il think things
are quite complicated enough as
they are. I am in a futter all day
long, as II is, about your mission