Daily Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1918-191?, 1918-07-13

than for the roses h. had sent to hci
from the city.
Rosemary wns happy NJ the camp
She was n girl ~ the open. and ahan
doned herself fundamentally 20 The
Joy 81 mountain climbing. fishing and
riding along pleasant country byways
she developed m innocent cnmarnd
eri. with the man almost too naive "a
please him. Nevertheless the day he
fore her return he put his position
with her 10 the test. The girl listened
TO him quietly.
"Ohl' she cried remorsefully. u
have just been thinking Of you as a
good comrade. let me wait till I am
home and away from ron. Then maybe
III know ri write you tomorrow
night"
Tho man knew that her womanhcod
was NJ last awake IN her and that she
would decide. but how Ne dared not
think
The next day Rosemary went home.
she felt strangely old and troubled.
She dreaded writing 10 Rodney that
evening. for she did not yet know how
she should write. Finally she went 10
the woods 70 think out her problem
She followed unconsciously n familiar
fragrance Soon. In damp corner
she found the source Of the sweet odor
she had never before associated With
this place. Fringed gentisns were
there. dozens Of them holding NJ their
glorious heads bravely In the rich
damp new soil In fash she under
stood lester had trnnsplanted them
for her. She threw herself On the
ground and buried her face IN their
sweetness Then she laughed. Under
one ~ the plants lay little red hound
book Testers notebook Nobody IN
the whole countryside hat Rosemary
knew that Lester earned his living In
the winter playing In the symphony or
chestra In the city. and found his JOY
writing nature poetry summers In the
Intervals 81 gruhhing on his fathers
old farm. 4 relieved smile was crop
ping shout the corners ~ Rosemary
troubled mouth. She would take les
ter his book and ask him 10 help her
settle the question she could not settls
for herself Lester had been. In truth
her refuge from many perplexities ON
her life. She ran down the lane and
across the road n tho pasture. She
knew Just where she would find les
ter. He would he pretending 10 spade
ND the clods In the old mud-hat Gran
berry bog In reality he would he
spinning a scrap ~ verse In his busy
brain. She smiled whlmsically TO her
self as she remembered the fun her
friends were always poking at this
would be farmer son NJ their old asso-
ciate. Squire Fordham. They thought
" him as a hack.muslcian who pleccd
out q precarlous income on the old
farm. Nobody dreamed that he played
the countryman in summer for very
love 81 the near-to-nature nfe. Rose
mary had not even told Rodney the
truth about him. She resolved to take
Rodney 70 one ~ Testers concerts the
next winter How amazed he would
he!
And thru suddenly. In the midst Of
her musings. Rosemary stood still In
the rocky path n she married Rod
nsy. her newly awakened womanhood
told her. her old comradeship with les.
ter would he impossible And after /
all. could Rodney DuQuesne possibly |
msan ~ much 20 her ns this dear fel |
lowshipl she sat down IN the path
and buried her face in hor hands. She
began to realize what her old com
rnde meant 10 her. had meant all her
minimizing life. and must mean all the
rest ~ her days " she were 10 he
happy.
If-and then she knew she could
never ash him the question she had
meant to She ND no, mean -. in
truth. n had answered itself. Pres
entity some one came stamping up
the rocky wav.
Bless US, what's all thisr'
stormed an arlaked voice. she was
conscious that Lester Fordham was
bending over her. "See here" he Gas
demanding. "what h the matterf
WHY didn't you call me- You knew
I'd hear Are YOU hurtr'
Rosemary caught his hand and
pulled herssl, 10 her feet. Here"
she laughed. here Is your little red
book. was bringing II To you when
I thought" she hesitated.
Thought whati" prompted Lester.
puzzled
Thought whntf' he repeated. ns
Rosemary stood tongue.tied. blushing.
~ thought" she stammercd. wine
Ing beneath the mans Insistent gaze.
now perfectly awful II would bell
I were going to marry Rodney Du-
Quesnel"
Lester fordham caught her gently
by her downcast chin aud uptilted her
face till her honest. brown eyes looked
into his.
Rosemary Dumarel. tell me the