Daily Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1918-191?, 1918-06-11

interrupted by member OF her fam
lily: she hastily pressed hack the sod
when she saw him approaching. re-
Sumed her posture on the long chair
and remained there TN he had gone.
Then she took NJ her digging.
Her FIRST excavation was not In the
right place. nor the second. and ~ was
not tn she had made third hole Of
about fooi's depth Ia the ground that
shc found her treasure. A. she lifted
W. tIum the earth that chung around
tre 20 sleep IN the smallest OF small
rooms and get breakfast for the price
~ three dollars a day. Dinner she
would manage 20 DO without by con-
sumlng crackers and cheese and may
he a ham sandwich from the delica-
lessen shop. She had telephoned from
the Office 20 have the room reserved.
and u was with infinite comfort and
satisfaction that she wended her way
through the crowd. following the mes-
senger boy with her bag. Different In
deed was this way OF going home In the
usual neck-to-neck struggle with traffic
on the Peace street cars. II was as II
Peace street were a thousand miles
away. Hortense thought. and as she
inhaled the spring air that was espe.
cially sweet when II blew from the
hyaclnths that bloomed In the small
beds In the city park. n seemed as II
she had been transformed as II BY
magic. Her gait lost the hardness
Characteristic OF those who hasten
home at night after a day In the once.
She told herself that she was walking
on clouds.
Supper alone In her rooms on crack
ers had no special attractions, but she
was thinking % the JOY that she would
experience In having a substantial
breakfast In the hotel dining room.
She would pretend then that she was
at Palm Beach. or at Hot Springs. II
was worth having suffered the tor
ments Of wanderlust Just for the satis
faction OF gratifying them.
The next morning she felt no bash
fuiness In entering the hotel dining
room alone She was rather early. for
she wished 10 allow ample time. and
she had 20 reach her ONCE az nine.
She wasted no time 10 ordering. for
she had made up her mind days before
exactly what she would have each %
the three mornings This morning II
was to be a large baked apple with
cream. preached eggs and coffee and
toast. The baked apples In Peace
street were never large or juicy. and
the eggs were always scrambled.
Probably Peace street eggs were bet.
ter that way. Perhaps not the least
delightful feeding that entered into
her perfect bliss was one Of outlines.
She felt. In a way. that she was doing
something reckless. That added the
element OF spice 10 her adventure She
felt that II Mrs. Buttersby saw her
there eating cream on her baked APP
pjes and eating also a poashed egg.
she would be furious with her. What
n one OF the boarders saw her and told
Mira Buttersbyf What excitement
But then Mrs. Buttersby's boarders
never breakfasted at the Morton
House. II was really as n she were
at Palm Beach.
Just then she looked up and she ac-
tually looked into the face Of Matthew
Watts. He was sitting at q table not
twenty feet away. lie. too, was eating
cream on baked apples. and the walter
was In the act Of placing q covered
platter before him. He raised the pew
ter cover and there were two poached
eggs. HOrtense looked away and then
she looked toward him and she smiled.
OF course she had recognized him.
and OF course she blushed. Then she
looked back at her plate and she didn't
look again.
But the next day when she entered
the dinlng-rO0m Matthew Watts wns
waiting for her. aud without giving her
time to accept his suggestion. he LED
the way TO a table where he had ar
ranged that they both should sit
Nov. tell me all about H." he be-
gan. looking al her across the table.
Il came here 20 set away from Peace
street. and Peace street follows me-"
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