Palisadian. [volume] (Cliffside Park, N.J.) 1906-current, 1918-12-07

TIE mdH looking at ner. he pfeleIfu'
ed he had not seen, but she knew he
had. With toss of her head che went
back to the hammock.
Miss Kelso, do you think I have
smallpox" Somehow he had found
out her name. Caroline looked up
from her book to find him bending over
her.
Goodness, mol Why?" she cried.
He pointed to spot on his fore
head. Caroline gave a sigh Of relief
as she looked more closely at 1t. ut
Is only freckle," she laughed. "You
have two or three Of them"
That started conversation. 1t be-
gan with freckles and ended with
books and flowers. His name was Mr..
Latimer, she learned, but by the sec
ond day they were calling each other
Harry and Caroline. How she ever
could have thought he was bore was
more than she knew. He was really
delightful. When the quarantine was
lifted at the end of ten days they
were genuinely sorry.
They both went back to the grind,
meeting only at breakfast, but they
were different breakfasts after that,
and when they caught up with their
work they were going to become bet
ter friends, they assured each other.
One morning the mail brought Caro-
line big surprise-a check from the
publisher Of magazine. She had not
remembered sending any stories to
him. The magazine was published in
the city, too. What stories had she
sent? Then she remembered burying
the two in the garden. They were
probably destroyed by that time. A
look at the letter that accompanied
them startled her. The check was for
those two stories. Then 1t occurred
to her that Harry Latimer had no
doubt sent them in and forgotten to
erase her name from them and the
publisher had given her credit for
them. He had stolen them. He who
hated romance could not write roman
tic stories. so he had taken hers. The
wretch! She would call on the editor
that very day to learn how he had
got them.
When Caroline was ushered into the
editorial room Of the magazine she
gasped. There sat Harry at the desk.
He knew why she had come.
"Sit down." he smiled. SIS 1t abou'
your stories?"
Eyes" she said meekly. "Where did
you get them?"
1.-THE sandman gave them to me-" he
laughed. II am mighty grateful to him
for them, for they are very good"
"They are not" she said seriously.
'They are wretched. You bought them
just to please me-"
mo, didn't. I'm not bit romantic.
Business comes first with me. Your
stories are going to prove buried
treasure in more ways than one"
Caroline tried to persuade him that
the stories were poor ones, but he
would not listen to her.
won't you come to dinner with
me?" he asked as she was going,. II
have something want to say to YOU
"What?" she asked, half dismayed.
"Can't you guess?" he smiled.
"But you're not bit romantic" she
blushed. II shall never forget the dis.
gust in your tone one morning when
you said: Romance-bahv You used
to be a terrible bore at breakfast"
II have been overworked here, but
am going to have an assistant" he
said. "How could you expect me to
like romance when I read nothing but
romantic manuscripts day in and day
out. / hate the very word"
when the right girl comes along
you will be as romantic as anyone"
she prOphesied.
"But you are the right girl-the only
girl for me-" he blurted. Life with
out you will be nothing. You are the
girl I have been dreaming about and
waiting for for years. My ambitions
have all been for you. My hard work
home we should have when found
you. Just think how happy we could
be-just you and l in a garden like
the one which we were in those ten
wonderful days. Please do not let
false idea Of romance come between
us. / love you-surely you will be-
lieve me?" Harry had risen and was
talking right into Caroline's eyes. Be-
fore she knew it his arm was about
her and she did not draw her lips away
as his came closer.
Dear heart" he said pleadingly,
"perhaps I can learn to be romantic"
There was merry twinkle in Caro-
lines eyes as she exclaimed: Roman
tic! Well. perhapsi" That seemed
to be all the answer Harry needed her
smile made up for words.
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